Surface tension

Have you ever reached out to someone,

Baring your soul,

Letting them know that you care, even if you don’t know 

What it’s like to be them. 

That you love them,

Still? Even if you’re different 

That you love them, 

Still. 

And they take your words 

And they blow them away. 

Let them roll off their shoulders, 

Like rain off a rain- 

coat. Or they look you in the face 

And pretend they’re okay. 

They take what you said - wood meant to build a bridge - 

They take what you said - build up a barrier instead. 

They take what you said - or worse they fashion a shiv  

They take what you said but they don’t hear a thing. 

And all you can do is just swallow your pride  

And your hurt and your crying 

And all you can do is not hollow your heart 

Where they keep digging at 

Trying to prove there’s nothing there. 

When if they’d put down their shovels 

Their picks and their pride 

If they’d wipe away the dust 

And the fear from their eyes

They’d see they didn’t need to dig at all 

The love that they were searching for 

was sitting there the whole 

Time on the surface.