A Little More Talk

by, Cassandra

The thought of talking
to you scares me.

It shouldn't.

You're human.
I'm human.

We speak the same language,
but my words never seem to get
through that thick skull of yours.

You say not today.

Another time.
Another fucking
wasted rhyme.

You don't have the time.

Your eyes are blind to the
fact that there's never a
right time.

It's here and now, but
you're too tired to try
and understand me.

You're too busy to realize
what it is I'm needing.

I'm starting to think that
you don't even care.



Change that to "I know
you don't even care.

You've made that all
too fucking clear.