see-through

I hold you out at an arm's length

trying to ignore your

clenching my fingers to pull me

closer 

while I am trying to pull away

without

breaking touch.

You are covering up

broken words 

with a handful of keys

that might or might not

reopen a heart battered

and

sore

I am staring at the key that

will unlock what I feel

but you keep missing it and choosing ones 

too big to fit

Look up,

I am staring right at you.

Because you feel I am as colossal as the world

when all I am is a small part of

messed up thoughts; when

all I need is

a little bit of scooters and

intertwined fingers

to make it better.

The worse emotions come out from

wrapped up parcels of

unspoken pain and wanting somebody you

just can't have.

At least we're now on a similar page.