You waited so long to speak-
you doubt, and so your voice sounds meek.
Should have listened and noticed its existence-
Now I'm baffled by its presence.
Withholding words cause of hesitation-
leaves me despising your lips indecison.
My words seem to trip over my lip-
you seem uninterested in my tongues struggled slip.
I've become scared of my most loyal lover:
While you hide in bed with yours:
I can only imagine in words-poetry-verbs.
Knowing poetry isn't your preference-
only because it is too welcomed by what you have protected.
I want to wake your imagination-
instead I'm left thinking you're far too complicated.
Now - - I want attention.