A Conversation

I will never be the person you want me to be 

Who sits here so casually 

I have never asked the weight of the world 

Only that you would grant me the favor of your company 

Yet in all your opulence 

You cannot grant me that 

In all of your jest 

You can’t only offer words dripping of false insecurity

I have loved you 

Yet you have forsaken me 

So I stand here on this rock 

Asking for more than a heavy hand 

And you can only offer 

Words laced with venom 

So I ask if you 

If you cannot offer me peace 

Can you at least offer me passion 

To inflate my sails 

And allow me to be buoyed with something 

Other than my own thoughts 



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