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Why is there friction?
What am I missing?
Why is it so hard for us
To connect?
You chose to redirect
Your energy,
Left me to second guess
My own identity.
I went out of my way
To get in character,
Put on a show.
Gave the best performance
Of my life
Only to find out
That you preferred
The curtains closed.
You preferred me
To never say a word
Or even make a gesture.
You wanted me to silently
Take the pressure
Of you going
In and out.
You had my soul
So far up
In the clouds
That I couldn’t bring myself
To jump
Even after giving
More than enough.
Who really wants
To hit the ground
After putting it all out?
I kept myself wet
Hoping that your seeds
Would sprout.
But,
You sent me home
With even less fruit
Than before.
Yet,
Here I am...
...back at your door
With plasticware
And paper plates.
Perhaps the empty sink
Will free your mind
To have a taste.
Copyright 2020 by Kentrell Blanche
