I Could be Your Empty

You don't know how much it takes,
to kick a can down the road,
watching it roll,
watching it slam against all that I have.

You have no idea what its like,
to be a girl,
waiting for a man to come,
one that won't be mean at all.

But with this can,
I can't just kick,
I can't just get my point across,
it has to be smooth so watch me roll.

I wish I could make you listen,
to the heart that I have breaking,
I wish that you could be,
the one that I rely on understanding me.

But with this rusty can,
dented by all of the knocking around,
I do my best to not beat around the bush,
so pick me up and tell with soul.

So sick do I want to be,
when you can't hear me cry.
So tired you know I am,
but this time its still too harsh.

If you saw you kicking me,
if you read this poem,
could you understand,
would you depress our hears more?

If I were rusted from being left out,
if you give what I have wished,
could you prove to me,
that you really want who I am?

Love isn't dry,
love shouldn't be empy,
love is what you have infront of you,
love is kindness and untouched.