Back for You

You must not speak of this anymore
How I keep going back
slipping back and loving backwards
back to you
back for you

You must refuse to comfort me
on any level whatsoever
this frivolity has stripped me of the sparks of beauty
that I finally was starting to feel
burning like staunch embers with passion and pain and desperation

You must stop treating me as though I don't know
what you see, the way you see it, the way you react
it has not occurred to you
that I've walked a thousand unwilling miles in your shoes
hoping that somehow I could fill them more adequately
that perhaps the blisters and the stumbles and the swelling
might generate
the love and hope and inspiration I couldn't quite reciprocate
back to you
enough for you

Excruciatingly one-dimensional give and take
I take and give and give and yet
I can't be to you what you are to me
You can't open yourself back up lest I love too dearly
everything within you

the fire and the drive and the intuition
the humor and the tinge of insecurity that makes you so human
It is what draws me back to you
back for you