That look in your eyes. Am I suppose to rely on that? When you say it’s true. Am I suppose to believe you?

Why is it that these feelings of unworthiness, stupidity, come crawling back to me from nowhere?

Am I making this up? I hope you haven’t gone anywhere.

You leave this taste of bitterness. It’s like it’s here to stay. I want it to be gone already.

I’m afraid to have you and lose you all the same. What if I mess up? What if you? Is this your for sure?

You don’t know my hurt, the heartbreak. I wish you did. You dont know my heart. But it’s there, in your hands, feel free to pick it apart. At the end you’d know me fully. Everything.

But why would you want that anyway?

I’m here alone. And you’re there. I feel worlds apart. But I wish you were here next to me. And I hope you’re wishing for the same.

If I wrote you letters, would you read them? Would it matter? Would you care? Would you smile? Would you write back?

If I drew you pictures, would you appreciate them?

If I screamed at you, would you stay? Would you fight back? Would you forgive me? Would you still love me?

If I were gone, would you miss me? Want me?

If I came back, would you never let me go?

I saw your eyes, and I knew I wanted you to be mine. Was it okay to admit that? Okay to tell you?

Is it okay to be afraid? Of you? Of me? Of us? At all? To lose you?

And…are you?

Was it okay to want you mine? Is it?