Reaching fingers,
Expecting a firm grip,
Grasp only air;
A gentle touch
Is met by cringing;
Simple words
Snapped at,
And taken offense at.
When my every gesture
My every word
Is misconstrued,
Misunderstood
What can I do?
I though my intentions were clear:
I just want to see you happy.
But when reaching fingers
Grasp only air,
My heart cracks once more.
Author notes
eh.
