"It's not boredom, at least--I don't think."

So I'm just waiting
for a tap or a glance or a pout
that makes you more than a friend, anything.

Anything to show--
because I'm too weak and small and quiet
to just out with out it out this for to out for you...

You'll know (then)
just what I've lied about all this time.
Hiding and lying and trying and being and needing them.

Them are the you
that I don't care for, embracing the
universalities you deny that aren't your unique you.