Lightweight Poem by Effie Yalena Steyn

My eyelids are light as steel, my cheeks they burn so cold
My fingertips are shaking, breaking, old.
My neck is moulded into this permanent crane state and
my legs go numb as in this place I wait
for your minuscule words of hurt and hate
(and confusing the two, and it being my fault)
You never tell me you love me, but still my heart sighs
as I sit here and count down the days
till your eyes-
cobalt mixed with Patterson's blue- smile and say
you do.
This, this is me, the girl that yearns for you, is all I'll ever be.