An athlete who's good on his feet
A teenager who got into bed with her
A son with a father who thought he didn't matter.

I look into his eyes
and see the look I despise.
His face says nothing,
but he's searching for something.

He doesn't know it, but he wants to feel content.

He hasn't spent much time trying to heal the right way.
He's losing himself day by day.

I've tried to open him up, but all I got
was his hand gripped onto mine. I fought
for him to stay. I pleaded.
The only thing he's ever needed
was to accept his father's absence.
He hasn't been the same since.

I hope and I yearn
that one day he'll learn
to open up to love.
When push comes to shove,
even though he hurt me,
he deserves to be loved. For he
never got the chance
for a true romance.

K.K.