i look down.
i see myself.
i see my emotions
collecting dust
on a shelf.
i seem untouched
and "so distant."
i feel a glassy sheen
hover above my skin.
i know that's what
people think.
i understand
that they only get
almost me.
i wish
for someone
to break the glass.
i won't believe in love
until
i find someone
to find
me.