I love you,
But it seems like you hate so much about what I do,
who I am,
and how I feel,
specifically about you.
Do I crawl to far?
Do I cuddle too close?
Scrape my knees for the acceptance.
I just want a taste of what I've never had.
Im lost in a void world,
where every emotion is blocked,
like sun to the naked eye.
And I've,
never read,
a book so complicated.
My will.
Im bleeding and pouring out my thoughts,
my feelings,
on paper,
in pictures,
on skin,
on you.
But will this answer ever come,
my life depends on your feelings so true.
