Your questions
(and my own)
plaque my mind.
You're asking me
for the answers.
Answers, I may not have.
But feelings, I do.
And I've been known to wear
my heart on the sleeve.
I can feel how your eyes search me,
constantly reading me.
(it scares me how much you see)
I turn to you
hoping to reflect your spotlight
onto yourself.
But your shadows hide the darkness
you don't want me to see.
I'll wait.
My eyes can adjust to this
lack of light and one day
One day, I will see.