You curl away;
An oyster in a shell.
Tight and
Slick, a rubber tire
Fed up with circling.
Done with the roads and rivers
And endless wanderings.
Balled up,
And suffocated in your body,
You don’t even
Breathe.
Attempting to arrest you
From your haven,
Is like trying to squeeze the moon
Out of the sky.
You are black as a elk’s eye,
Salty as a sea breeze,
Cold and soggy as limp
Wheat.
I smack you
Against a rock and
Cry.
But you just bury,
Ever the deeper,
And say,
You don’t need me.
And the heart of me,
Dies.
The Larkspur Horne 
Why is that need so hard to express without pain.. maybe being scared of being vulnerable… maybe it’s just that.
Loving someone and having them reject you is difficult, but, I tend to find loving someone and having them reject the idea that you love them is just as painful, and in some cases more so. I tried to capture that here.
I agree with.
Nice… Nice. I like your style.
Thank you! 🙂
You are welcome