What is my will
Compared to what I feel?
What are these words
If they can’t speak for me?
I don’t know
How I let this get so far
I walked out so deep
And got caught
In the neap tide
Drenched and ashamed
I found my way back
But I still can’t say
What it is I want to say
Like . . .
Stay
Don’t walk away
Don’t talk
Just touch me
Absolve me my lonely
Can I get any clearer?
Am I that transparent?
Or do you not want me?
What do you want of me?
Author notes
I wrote this a while back while I was in a strained, pretty one-sided, friendship. Needless to say, the person and I aren't friends any more.
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