In sooth, do you know not why we're so near yet so far.
I'd love to tell you everything, all that's in me,
My vicissitudes, my contempt, my judgements, my prowess, my walls, my darkness.
But I can't.
Because you cannot take my emotions.
I want to pour, but you can't contain. You'll just overflow, and I'll diffuse, into thin air.
It's like we talk but not speak.
Physically so familiar but emotionally hollow.
I tried to confide, because I thought, perhaps I'm wrong, you'll take those emotions and lift my spirits, and the same I'll do to you.
I tried, with the time we had, and I walked into a wall.
So now, it's soliloquy,
I still love you but I can't take this.
Albeit the elation of being with you, I can't take this.
Because you won't reciprocate.
And of late I realised, you won't even initiate.
And no, you were never there.
I'm not as strong as your perceive me be.