Voices weave words around and behind me,
softly burying me in whispers and whims.
I’m a wallflower, pressed and trimmed inside
the neat frame you placed on me.
Cool, clean, crisp and curt,
I belong shrinking from the light, so you clearly say.
Clinging to the shadows covering the walls,
I have a voice but I only long for you to hear it.
Fanciful freedom lost on summer breezes,
fine lines drawn on hidden walls.
I’m the flower that blooms in the shade, in the night,
whilst you frolic and fade away.
Hiding hurt and shying from prying eyes,
huddled, hastened to escape the trickling lights.
You back against the wall, folding into me,
you can tell something weeps behind you, but
you just can’t see the petals.
Languid, lost and lonely beneath the silence,
I lurk in wait for your eyes to spy mine.
I linger over words unspoken, shared through time lapsed
between you and me,
I’m your wallflower, forever more.
I long to be over you.
I long to make you hear my voice.
But I don’t know how to press out from the wall,
to make you see my blossoms against such a wall so tall.
I ache to hear words spoken,
even lost in the static air between us.
I need to hear you notice me breathing, me whispering
sweet notes in your ear.
I long to feel touch, to know warmth and craving,
I’m in dire need of you, so please, just notice me.
I long to tell you of the tears I spilt for you,
that you didn’t notice on your shoulder, that you never see.
I am so tired of being quiet,
I have words to whisper but I can only be so hushed.
I need to tell you I’ve been there for you from the start,
but trodden and paled and left in the dust.
Everyone sighs over you.
Everyone mouthes and soothes and steals your gaze,
but I’m the one you press against for safety,
I’m the one you seek in you winding maze.
You don’t know it yet, but I know in time you’ll see.
It truly is, me.
