something of nothing

Don’t waste your breathe on me, when I’m already on my bruised knees for you. I’m trying everything in my powerless life to be able to stand out to you.

Why haven’t you looked up at me yet?

You haven’t nearly acknowledged my existence, nor could you name the color of my hair, or if I had bones in my body. My own body is nowhere near your plane of existence—but I’d have opened myself to grant any wish you may have.

I wish I could follow you out the door. Take me out of here. Let’s get out of here now. I move my hair behind my ear again. Nothing.  Just know that I could pick you out in a crowd.

Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.