My most recent lover, she's a character. Some days I love her enough, other days it just doesn't cut it.
I need you to show me, she says.
Convince me, she pleads.
I blink and I feel the confusion cross my face.
Don't I caress you?
Don't I adore you with my eyes?
Don't I smile at you in hopes that you're just as happy to see me?
Don't I wish that we could spend the day talking and laughing, till the sun finishes it's daily visit?
Till the moon darts through the clouds and seeps through my window?
Don't I write you poems?
Lyrics from my heart that explain my confusion?  
Don't I text you just so I can feel my phone vibrate in response?  
Don't I ignore the world when we talk?
What more can I say or do?
Convince me, she says.