19h
How do I make you see me?
How do I step out
From behind the one-way mirror?
You hear me,
But you talk only to yourself through me.
How do I make you see me -
Not my clothes, or hair, or *******.
Not my body, sitting across from you,
Empty.
Drained by the endless hours of offering my elixir,
Hoping that when it is my turn to drink,
You will see my thirst...
Only you don’t.
You can’t.
Because no matter how much
You gulp down -
You are never satiated.
Your vessel is riddled with holes,
Leaking -
With each slurp you take from me.
How do I make you see me...
Crawling after you,
Gasping -
Yearning for us both to bathe in the elixir -
To soak it in,
Together.
How do I step out
From behind the one-way mirror?
You hear me,
But you talk only to yourself through me.
How do I make you see me -
Not my clothes, or hair, or *******.
Not my body, sitting across from you,
Empty.
Drained by the endless hours of offering my elixir,
Hoping that when it is my turn to drink,
You will see my thirst...
Only you don’t.
You can’t.
Because no matter how much
You gulp down -
You are never satiated.
Your vessel is riddled with holes,
Leaking -
With each slurp you take from me.
How do I make you see me...
Crawling after you,
Gasping -
Yearning for us both to bathe in the elixir -
To soak it in,
Together.
Most of my poems written about relationships or love are based around loving someone with mental health issues, as I do. Now is a particularly tough period, and I find the words pouring onto the page quite effortlessly... suppressed words which are too harsh to say, but in poetic form seem completely appropriate.
