faceless, nameless lttrs

an unknown person, secretive with no reasons
constricts the boundries and pulls away, a bit more
a bit less, repeat, over and over again

so confused now, like always, unsure of worthiness
of troubles for nothing, of under appreciations toward
my spirit and my company

the closest person to me won't let me be close
backing away is immature, unnatural to me
inabilities to be cared for or opening themselves
up
out

defense, crying loudly to stop, to trust in me
to want to know my inners
to let me see and hear and feel yours
cynically, rather, becoming weary that this will improve

autumn now & i need yr warmth