Can you hear me?
I would say,
that I don't need your love.
In it's blunt, monotone,
essence.
I do not need your sighs
your in-passionate replies.
In fact. There is no such word of response.
Only silence.
I was meant to love others, or so it seems.
But not for others to love me.
Such a dastardly thing I am.
Yet,
I am not as broken as I may appear to be.
Me, Myself, & I,
are lonely at times.
But, I've shown you my true face. Insecurities and all.
You've not once shown yours.
Are you hiding?
Are you afraid?
Of what I might find, under that impenetrable shell of yours.
I don't need your lies,
woven in spite,
meant to create