Ocean

I am a glass of water he sees right through me yet nothing to him is crystal clear. I thought he knew me but all my depths are shallow to him, I fear. I drown in my own feelings gasping his name, but he cannot hear that it's him 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 he was too naive to see and I was too afraid to speak of. I used to tell him everything— my storms, my stillness, my soul. But now, he's vanished into silence so loud it deafens me. He’s chosen to pretend he doesn’t even exist, and I’m left asking where do I go when he was my only refuge? My silence doesn’t stir him. My anger doesn’t reach him. He doesn’t try anymore, and maybe he’s changed— or maybe he just stopped needing me. what will it take to make him see me? to make him feel my love? for me to finally become his ocean? Or maybe I should wait until time tear us apart...