Naked on Cashmere

"He Asks Me” by Najwa Zebian He asks me:“What do you want from me?”I stare at him in silenceWith tears fighting to stayburied inside my eyes,with thoughts swirling in my mindlike a hurricane.“What do you want from me?” he asksover and over. I am confused becauseI know andI don’t know. You were the onewho knocked on my door.You were the onewho wouldn’t allow me to close my door. Follow Najwa Zebian @najwazebian xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com