Explain Yourself

There’s nothing new to say

No phrase to explain how to stir your soul

Knowing the want is unattainable

But still, I pine

Call me a tree then

Maybe I’ll grow taller

Instead of stagnant water molding the forest floor

Puddles breeding mosquito pits

Call me disease then

Maybe I’ll infest the cracks

Of the boyhood fickle heart

Unpronounced, untouchable

Call me what I am or call me what you want

Sometimes, I just wish you would call me

There’s nothing new to think

No frame of mind could contextualize

The way I feel today

But still, I put it in pictures

To draw you in

Dial you up

Try on something new

Think that’s all I can do

Because there’s nothing new to say

No phrase to explain how to make you my own

Knowing the want is unattainable

Even with all imagination’s might

Call me what I am or call me what you want

Sometimes, I just wish you would call me