You tell me that you want to be loved,but when I take my time handling youwith eager...

You tell me that you
want to be loved,
but when I take
my time handling you
with eager cautiousness,
all you give me
in-return are shoulders
that are too cold
to grasp, and a look
that is too distant
to be able to distinguish
whether it is a vision
of love, or an appearance
of dissatisfaction.
You are always wanting
what you cannot
give back.