I sit in your silence, scared.
Waiting patiently for recognition.
For a word.
For a breath.
For a touch.
But I am raw.
Because I watch your hands instead
of writing
and listen for your breath instead
of breathing.
It's strange,
how close to you I feel
and the need i have
to help you,
to make you smile.
And yet I'm still sitting here,
waiting,
for you to let me in.
Waiting patiently for recognition.
For a word.
For a breath.
For a touch.
But I am raw.
Because I watch your hands instead
of writing
and listen for your breath instead
of breathing.
It's strange,
how close to you I feel
and the need i have
to help you,
to make you smile.
And yet I'm still sitting here,
waiting,
for you to let me in.

wen is 22, loves furry things and whines alot.