concern

I can never say
impressive things
because I want
to impress you

I can whisper gentle
words that cut
and make them bleed
for the want of me
but they
don't concern me

I don't understand
Why I'm frail
and lost in doubt
when I speak
to you

I know where I stand
with them
Two feet from desire
and closer to
seduction

Where am I with you?
Am I even a thought?
The ghost of a feeling?
I think I am fading
past unimportant.