This Is All Unread To Me Poem by Ivy Beam

This is all unread to me,
All the time it’s hard for me to see
Nothing with you is ever easy,
Come to me, then leave me.

I don’t know what it is; what I know,
It’s just something in the air
The way your talk is slow;
You never could tell me quite the truth
Now it’s all something very uncouth.
This is all unread to me.

Talk to me, but speak with definitions
I can’t live anymore with an apparition.
The way you move is motion distant
I can’t let you go though,
I cant, I can’t resist it.