I’m on the outside looking in
Wondering if there is room for me to squeeze in through a window
Kind of stalkerish, I know
But it’s not like you don’t know I’m here
You have me when you want me
And when you don’t-wait, have we come to that point yet?
Let’s start over-I got off on the wrong foot here
I’m not a trinket, or a pet, or a toy
And you know that
I appreciate it, I do
Why do I feel lonely on the inside?
Is it not enough?
You once told me more was better
And you’re probably right
Personal intimacy is gone
For the moment
I’ll try to find it again
Somehow
For now, I’m just on the outside looking in
And that’s how it will always be
© LJ Rodriguez 2009