See Me

there’s always the sad fiction of not wanting
whatever it is one needs, but let’s just say
we miss our opportunities for lack of bravery
fearing rejections, we turn our faces away

misinterpreted words and glances
cast shadows over the day
when wishful love draws forth a sigh
boredom is all you hear

the moment passes us by
words spoken with an open heart
are only heard as a trap
hopes and dreams fall apart

this is my want, my need
my wish, my desire, my dream
look into my eyes, see me clearly
see what I am, not what I seem