It's like kissing lips That stand there Passive and limp Without a pulse Without any inclination To move against my lips My words are empty My eyes are drenched with tears And I am allowing myself To succumb to this desperate trail of heartache I do not wish to fight with you I do not wish to feel anguish Nor despair I merely wish to love you However I wish for you to know that it is hard It is hard to love someone who does not kiss back Who sits And watches me try And I cry silently, my Love Praying you'll notice these tears dripping down... And God, the futility of This act is much too raw for me to bare God, my attempt to love... Give me something back.