Empty Handed. Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

What more can I give?
I have already given you my heart.

Does it not occur to you?
That I too want what you want.

So why do you make it difficult for me?
I can't answer.

For long I have been waiting for true love.
Lately, there has been misery and I will rather be a free dove.

I do not want to be set free.
In your arms is where I will rather be, safely.

This you don't see,
You keep tormenting me.

I am so delicate.
I know because I am already in a rough state.

I miss your mind.
The one that you use to willingly share I have to now find.

Sometimes I feel like you are no longer mine.
I am playing this game pretending to be fine.

Yet every torment.
Are moments I wish were never sent.

So speak to me,
With those words you know to say so lovingly.