how can this be about YOU?

i miss you and i can't get there and i'll not reach you and you'll not reach me but you don't realize it yet a fern in a forbidden jungle, green and flourishing under the correct conditions and yet you know nothing a wall, a cement or concrete wall is just a wall in those eyes that appeared to have such depth flowing and falling, fearing and crawling and i've missed a step somewhere in between head over heels hopeless and real so real the sins mean nothing so long as there is feeling in the touch and the taste and the caress soft lips or scraggly faces or lonely eyes that I.will.not satisfy because then the hunger would be gone and then i would truly and always be alone selfish, yes. playing the victim in 7 acts and missing the antagonist for the last six pages the lovers in distress aren't lovers if they are indifferent and scientific and too REALISTIC i can't feel in your heart. i can't reach in and scoop out and bleed on your shoes and then write about how the drops sounded when they splashed it's not me; it's every song i've ever heard or played and all the singers feeling every word means it's out there - somewhere. true love awaits.