what would you do if you knew of the poetry you inspire?
Would you be amused?
As you usually are where I am concerned?
Would you be flattered?
As you usually are where I am concerned?
Or would you merely think me stranger?
Is that possible?
Could it create egotism in you?
Could it make you love me more?
If it would, I would read to you until my vocal cords were rough and my voice as coarse as my hands.
I would read you the lyrical lines you have put into my head.
For I want you to see me Brandon.
I want you to pull out whatever it is inside of me that hurts,
And make it better.
I want your love sometimes more than I want to breathe.
And yet,
I do not show them to you
For fear that you would laugh or scorn me for such
Pure emotion (pure melodrama)
And it would but feed
Conversations you still don’t have with me