if i could tell you anything...

it's the tearing...

the two sides of my heart exploding

one that would tell you that it's lost in some dizzying wonder.

that i still notice when your hand brushes my arm.

that my favourite place in the whole world is when you hold me.

everything stops.

everything is still.

and the other that whispers, "i'm afraid..."

afraid you meant it.

afraid i'm not enough.

afraid your heart isn't mine.

really.

and then the other cannot help it...

cannot help but sigh when you tell me so.

i'd tell you that you're more than enough.

that i see what you cannot...

that i believe what you cannot

that you are woven into the fabric of my world

and maybe i just wish you could see the greatness within....

or maybe the power you possess
the way you touch all five senses

and you can heal them

and you can bruise them

your gift can build up

and it can tear down

and you have no idea the effect...

of just your word

of just your touch

it's how you see things.

it takes a song to remind me...

just a moment

and i'm in a transporter

the trees twirling past

in the passenger seat

i'd close my eyes and just breathe it in

i couldn't stop smiling

one of the happiest moments of my life

and i wasn't afraid to be.

and you weren't afraid to say so.

and it all got confused and twisted.

started seeing things the wrong way

like the enemy of our story tricked us

we've been had, sir.

and sipping the beer... the taste acquired...

i imagined, i was completely and utterly present

as myself.

all myself.

and it was enough.

and i was the one you'd fight for.

one of your heart's great desires.

the one your mind runs to.

your muse.

and i could revel in it and dispel the doubt.

the rumours.

the fear.

gone.

the mirror i look in paints me as a fool.

and when i say out loud what it is that i see...

no one bothers to correct.

and so, if i could tell you anything...

i'd tell you everything.

but it's what you said in response...

it's what i'd find in your heart

that would make all the difference.

love.

un/requited.

your beautiful love.

?

none.