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?
to finally become her ocean?