Empty Hands

You think I'm insecure,
I think you're insecure.

Chipped black nail polish
with a blur of pale hands.
Our open hearts shoved
into our empty hands.
34 (plus) love letters
were not enough.
What colour is today?
Merely black and white
or dripping with ultra-violet hues?
So please please please
keep moving and
keep talking and
keep telling me that you love me.
With one hand in mine and
the other playing with my hair.
With one heart to share.

Are you man enough for that?
We'll see if I'm brave enough.
We'll see if you can handle the weight.
We'll see...
if my abused emotional mind can withstand.
We'll see if you're sweet enough
to make me melt like sugar in hot water.
I'm being so unattainable.
I'm being so nonchalant
in this dark room
with my heart still halfway in my hands.
Yes, darling, my heart was once on my sleeve
But now it has dropped.

So what can you do aboutthat?
You can love the arch of my back.
You can picture getting close -
close over warm cups of tea.
Trying to win my time with
your affection and
my confessions////////

Thought I knew yourself that well.
Thought I wouldn't have to ask
Are you still in love?
Are you always going to stay?
[I always will]
You have a bit of a
"I-love-you-don't-make-me-beg-for-you"
smirk on your face.
If that's what you think
consider yourself kissed, boy
because I don't kiss & tell.