Ocean

I am a glass of water she sees right through me yet nothing to her is crystal clear. I thought she knew me but all my depths are shallow to her, I fear. I drown in my own feelings gasping her name, but she cannot hear that it's her I'm calling out for all the same. I ache from words forced to stay unspoken until the space between us spans out of our control. Until who we were is lost between the gaps and gasps of feelings she was too naive to see and I was too afraid to speak of. what will it take to make her see me? to make her feel my love? for me to finally become an ocean? ©SamHarty