Kenadee's Poems

I

I speak to you.

not just from the lips you crave,

but from the heart you do not wish to be apart of-

and the mind you wish did not come to life.

I look at you.

not just from the eyes that flirt with you across the room,

but from my soul that longs for your attention,

and the thought that you may actually think of me in a new way.

I touch you.

not with the fingers you want to touch your body on command,

but the feeling that you might actually be confident in us,

with the urge to ask you how your day went.

I smile at you.

not to hint at my lusting heart,

but with the faint belief that i might mean something to you,

with the hope that you'll smile back and not ask me to follow you into your void of an empty home.

I ask you-

with my heart on my sleeve and my mind raging around the thought or your presence,

to open yourself up to the possibility to be something more.

the possibility of me being more to you rather than a ' send pics ;) ' type of girl:

or the ' come over ' text receiver at three am when she didn't feel like coming over.

I want to be longed for.

I want someone to wish my fingers lingered on their back,

I want someone to wish my word touched their soul,

I want someone to believe in my beliefs, the beliefs that altered the way they saw me everything single day.

I will not continue to be your doll,

I will not come over after hours,

I will not strip for your cold heart and unwelcoming mind.

I refuse to give myself up to

a man like you.