From the Mind of a Subject

I'm tired of being the subject of your blogs
Hidden messages and repetitions of how I blatantly disregard you
Yet you cannot say my name.
I'm tired of being the subject on your matters
Because face to face you're smiling and you're nodding
But when you put finger to keyboard, you then state your case.
Talk to me.
Address me.
Stop putting me out there -
a man with no place of defense because your followers do not know me but judge me
F*** them.
When it's me and you, it's real.
But then your over-thinking becomes overbearing and you ruin what I hold dear to me.
If your blogs would match your words I would have no reason to stare at you awkwardly.
Supposedly,
It's your mouth that ruins the messages because when it's just thought and output you speak it so clearly.
Maybe you should just try to understand me better instead of putting me - no! - caging me in this box where you would like to label me but when the label doesn't fit the description you're staring at me with tears in yours eyes.
I have to let you walk away because when you're staring with tears neither you or I are thinking clearly.
Dearly Anandi,
You stain my feelings for you day by day when you destruct what we have taken our time to construct;
And that's not fair.
I'm tired of being the subject of your blogs.
Your objectification insults me.
Just talk to me.