she only seeps
drip drip drip
drip
drip is that all eye get from you?
why wont you talk 2 me?
tell me what you want…
how you feel
really(!)
eyem listening
eye have been for weeks and for what
drip?
youve given me nothing
everyone else thinks eye should give up on you
turn you off
lock you away, but
eye just cant believe youre incurable, some
love and attention
and you should open up 2 me
something
anything, eye would think
but dripping is all you ever do…
all you ever let me hear, but
if only you wernt so afraid
2 pour it over everything
if only eye could convince you
the path from inner turmoil
begins with a friendly ear
then maybe
you wouldnt drip such a sad little tune

the metaphor in this piece is excellent. and the title is perfect.