A Sea Shore Still Has Pebbles

Its time to wake up

I think I should leave.
Early morning tomorrow?

...I think I should leave.

Did I make you upset?
Yes. Utterly and completely upset.

What did I do?

What did you do? You don't want to touch me.
You don't want to talk to me.
You couldn't understand why the flowers were wilting even though they were never watered.
You couldn't hear beyond the sound of chess pieces that my heart had shattered.

I can't cling to you like a desperate reprobate
But what is a girl to do, when you stare blankly
And don't reciprocate?

When I ask how your day went
I ask because I care what you do
Not that I find it interesting,
But because it's important to you.

I want to hear all the things that make you who you are.
I like hearing you talk.
I know you love your dreams, and family, and oh your dear friends-
And for hours, this happens, no worries about the clock.

But me?
I can't talk about the most interesting part about my day.
If I don't say I travelled to the moon with a jet pack,
My life isn't worth a say.

If all my life is worth,
Is a simple:
Cool
Awe
Okay
Then what's a girl to feel
Than talking is a waste of your day?

But I really like you!

But how can I tell?
If it's only one or the other, touch or talk,
I can get by
But how am I suppose to know of rejection or affection,
If you don't even try?

You never liked me.
You never asked what my favorite food is.
Never asked what my dreams are.
Never cared who I missed
If I was ever sent afar.

You simply liked the fact that I was a girl
Who was interested in you,
And that you kind of thought
Was a little pretty too.