The last 3 letters of the spring

I keep talking to them as if they would understand me
I keep hoping they would
I keep holding space for their personalities to resurface - rise above and walk on water

Fuck, my…
suboptimal pain threshold of making mine yours
rejecting hope as a dangerous habit
‘cause I knew, I knew I’d have to be deficient in something
I keep expecting them to answer in the way you would 

for the record, 
they do not.