Empty speeches

I wanted you close, wanted skin not syllables But you keep talking, filling silence with the un-deliverable I hear you but I don't, cause baby half of what you say Is hollow as the promises you made back in May So I'd rather touch you quiet, drown the static in the sheets Than listen to your future plans that crumble at the seams And I've been swallowing the wait Been dissolving at the gate Every word you offer tastes like something secondhand I've been starving at your table With a tongue that's gone unstable Reaching for a version of you that I don't think you can Fill me fill me I am asking you to fill me But you speak and I stay starving Picking at the thing you're carving Hold me hold me Like the world is cold and only You could be the one who reaches But you give me empty speeches But you can't skip a thousand steps and call it overnight Unless you're selling bathwater, foot pics on the gram One photo of your ankle paying more than what I am And I get it, I do — attention has a market now But I've been standing in your hallway begging for an hour And you give the algorithm what you never gave me — presence Every stranger gets your softness I get echoes and the lessons And I've been swallowing the ache Been rehearsing what to take Made a ritual of almost, made a habit of the lack I keep pulling at the signal Through the noise that's subliminal But you love the distance, baby, cause it lets you come back Fill me, fill me I am asking you to fill me But you speak and I stay starving Picking at the thing you're carving Hold me, hold me Like the world is cold and only You could be the one who reaches But you give me empty speeches I don't need your vocabulary I don't need your visionary Monologue about the life you think we're building in the air I need weight, I need friction Something past your careful diction I need you to mean it with your hands, not just declare Cause every night you call me starving Every night I'm still departing From the table that you set but never filled And I hate how much I'm waiting For a gravity you're faking I'm a vessel, I'm a vessel, and I'm spilled Fill me fill me I was only asking, fill me But you speak and I stay starving Picking at the thing you're carving Hold me, hold me Just once like you know me You could be the one who reaches But you won't — just empty speeches I am not a quiet thing That survives on promising But I stayed, I stayed, I stayed