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.