PAIN AT 3 AM
I at times wonder if it is love that I’m being given ,
I want to feel your touch, be it walking on me.
Your mind is always elsewhere,
it’s there, it’s on, then it’s off of me.
I want to read your mind,
but your heart is blank when you talk to me.
And that’s just how we were raised-
we open up only when the bottles are filled up.
He wants the head! But,
does he care about your thoughts?
You’re one more drink away from drowning, feeling empty and lost-
Not the same but I’m no better!
Can’t scale the wall where you cower
A culture now of ” we’re together”,
but we’re never together.
I know you’re looking for one night and
I’ve been stuck on forever —
I think it’s sad that I’m naive to think
that we could do better.
I should’ve known from the start
And even after all this time,
I still don’t know who you are
You’re feeling distant ,
your wall is up. And guess what?
I know it’s hard!
BY SHEMI
