A Poem Rumi Forgot to Complete

How do you want to be captured?" you ask.  Don't you know how to capture me? Don't you know the art of being immortalized in words? Haven't you made me a prisoner of your love?  I want to lie on the pages of your diary where you'd put dry flowers. I want to bleed into your ink. I want to be a permanent part of your daily blogs. I want to smell like your hands that leave their scent when you touch my soul.  Baby, imprison me in your thoughts. Cage my whole life in your eyes. Bury me in your heart. Wear me in your skin.  Don't you know I want to be captured by you? And only you.

There is so much to say that my words have gone silent. I cannot express it. I cannot feel it. I cannot make you understand. I cannot. I just can't.  But, my love!  You can hear my silence, can't you? You say you know me. You say you are aware of all the things I have been through. You say it. You say all those sweet words. But my dear, when I dive deep into the darkness, I don't find you there. When I am at my lowest, why I don't find you there?  Why there are only words and no actions? Why do I have to shed my tears alone? Why I don't find you beside me? Why your love is void of emotions? Why can't you feel me?  This contrast in your words and actions makes me realize that I'm hard to love. Hard to assemble. Hard to teach. Hard to comfort. Light can't love darkness. Sadness can't be a friend of happiness. Like that, you can't be me.   My love, I can't make you understand why I love Kafka. Why do I listen to music that rips my heart? Why did