is it good for you?
i want you to have the best,
think the best of me.
is it selfish,
what if your perfect
isn’t with me?
the thought evokes
the recoil and sting
of a sub zero slap
to the red hot emotion
growing tender tucked behind ribs
i want you to think of me
as a skyscraper,
physically elevated as
you are in my eyes.
i’m not used to:
jittering nerves,
laying disarmed
bare
before you.
jaw grinds enamel to dust
bracing for rejection
it’s easier to comprehend
the thought
that you could feel for me
what i may feel for you.
a terrifying prophecy
in it’s inevitable coming
yet
an errant part
hopes,
knows?
you like me,
like i like you.
simple
(complicated)
as that