Not loving fully

You were the clock in the bathroom,

Breathed over by vapour;

Unreadable,

Uncared,

Useless.

But now,

You're the water in the toilet hitting my butt

When I take a shit;

Dirty,

Yet tickling me every time.

You used to shy away on seeing me.

But look at you now;

Speaking continuously:

A pistol from Hollywood,

Never running out of bullets.

I know,

You know,

Everyone knows.

And yet why don’t you say it?

Why don't you tell me

That you would like to spend more time

With me?

Why don’t you tell me

That you like to put your head on my shoulder,

And have me run fingers through your hair?

Why don’t you put down that infinite pistol of yours

And lose yourself in my eyes,

And let me do the same?

Shoot those bullets into my heart.

Let it bleed;

Let it bleed for you

And for me.