My pen falls on my paper.

I can dress in black
I can sing sad songs,
but will you hear me?
No.
i can tell you I love you.
Hell, i can mean it.
But you don't have to believe me.
No.
I can write a book of how much i love you
I can date each entry in blood
But you don't have to turn the page,
No.
I can build you a castle of my bones sweat and tears
I can work and scorn for hundreds of years
but will you enter?
No.
I can tell you all my deepest fears
i can shout to you all my secrets
but will you care?
No.
I can wear my best dress
I can dance in the nude for you
But will you feel me?
No.
Forever yearning for a touch that I shouldn't want
wishing for a love i could never hold
dreaming of a kiss that will never come
but forever I'll know that violet smells sweet.
No...