Beneath The Surface

I've tried to give the best of myself to you,

as I kept my love and intentions true.

I wish you could see deeper than the surface,

and your lack of empathy makes me nervous.

I want to connect with you with mind, body and spirit,

but it seems like you will only give me a snippet.

I crave for you to be curious about who I really am,

so that you could see the true me without all the glam.

I've attempted to express my feelings and thoughts,

but we float around in the unknown like astronauts.

At times, it feels like you are solely in love with the image of me,

lacking the time and curiosity to dig more for the deeper me.

Gazing at the stars on my rooftop on one cold lonely night,

trying to make peace with knowing if you and I together were wrong or right.

I know that you love me in the best way that you can,

but my love, on the days when I needed you most, you ran.

You limit yourself to feeling a deeper connection,

while I hope our love will be a victim of resurrection.

Time is running short, and my heart longs for more,

hoping you will show up as I wait by the other side of your closed door.