it so hard…?

Communication, communication, communication

Penetration, penetration, penetration

All I wanted was to get close to you.

You shut me out, which makes me blue.

I lost my temper getting hostile and mean.

Creating in our play a nasty scene.

Why can’t you see what you do to me?

My heart forever more cannot be.

In my heart, you have planted a seed. Into what plant shall it grow?

That answer only you know

All I wanted was to talk.

Beside you I wanted to walk.

All I wanted was truth and honesty.

Forget all this modesty.

Truth it seems, you can not handle.

Our relationship you wish to dismantle.

Why must emotions-

seem like such a devotion?

As if I could leave my situation tomorrow, and walk forever in your sorrow.

Drop everything to be with you?

Would take more than heavens crew, 

and to my responsibilities I would be untrue.

For years I have tried to be the plaster, working on enlightening the master.

Stimulation of the mind our conversations did twine. Hours we have talked.

Miles our minds have walked.

Different I thought you would be.

Talking to you makes my senses flee.

Conversation that we were both starved for.

Companionship and so much more.

We have so much to talk about.

I never wanted to pout.

High, like a drug is in my veins.

You drive me insane.

From two points of view, 

we have made quite a stew.

Nothing have I gained, 

from my years of strain heartbreak and pain.

Are you different? As it!

My body is numb and stiff.

Nothing pains me more-

my heart is also sore.

Emotions are part of living.

Isn’t caring for giving?

“Wait on me.”

“Be patient with me.”

What am I waiting for?

Patient, what for?

For you to hurt me some more?

I am not expecting the stars and the moon.

I do not want heaven to swoon.

If you trust me so much, 

why do my questions make you blush?

Why is it so hard to tell me how you feel?

Are the layers really that hard to peel?

All I want is to know,

is in what direction we are to grow.

I am tired of putting forth an effort.

Why can’t men put forth some effort?

Why do I have to be the one-to make sure the work gets done? Tired, I am of trying.

Tired, I am of crying.