all i want is more.

emotion's taking over-
time for another excuse
not to feel:
you're an omnipresent cloud
that marks the tears i cry.
and yet,
  you're never there.
your contribution can be summed up in three words-
[I. and love. and you.]-
that you think make everything you don't do okay;
but what can i say?
they don't.
"I love you" doesn't make up for cancellations
it doesn't ease my desperate fixation
to taste your lips
and contemplation is amidst
about what it is you do for me.
we barely talk, we don't go anywhere
and look at us- we're going nowhere.
all we do is lay around
while i'm forced not to make a sound
and then you'll lovingly push my head down
so that i'm crying towards the floor;
blinding you to the fact that
  i want more.
you turn your heart away while mine breaks;
who's to say your i love you's aren't fake?
you don't do enough for me
and i need to get out but i can't.
i love your stupid useless heart-wrenching routine
and even though it's not enough for me,
you're always, always rough with me
and i will always love you;
but you will never change
and i'm not expecting you to show me the affection
  i crave
because that's just not you-
and i'm not worth so much.

[all you need to do
is tell me
  that's not true]