A crystalline scene

There’s nothing more that I want,
than for you to be you.
I’m not holding us hostage.
You’re going to do what you do.
When I seek clarity,
I’m confused when you glare at me.
1000 cuts from your corneas;
for trying to understand
these mixed signals etched in the sand.
I want nothing from you.
Expectation, was never my plan.
I’m just a man, with a language unknown.
I’m just a man, flaying his heart open;
so when you get tired, you can call it home.