More to me

I used to catch you staring at me
Seeping through me like i was a sieve
and you were hot cream

You'd touch me
Like a swift summer breeeze
and i was an ice cube

You smile like i was already yours
But i didn't know
that i didn't you

You called my name
And in your mouth
It was a song, a sacred spell, a poem

Then you'd ignore me
And i was a pebble in a shoe
Notices, discarded and unwanted

but the sun will rise again
and i'd end up in your hand again