I wonder if I found the edge.
The edge of what will shut you down,
Make you stop answering,
Make you too busy to talk anymore.
I wonder if I found it yet.
You see,
I test people.
I test everyone who invites me to
Not to prove them wrong-
Far from it-
I push and push
In the hope that maybe this time
I will not be too much.
Maybe
Just
Once.
There has to be somebody who can handle the entirety of me
Someone to prove I won't always be partly lonely.
Don't you see?
I hope it's you. I hope it's everyone I ask questions of at 4 in the morning.
It is chaste, it is platonic, but I desperately hope that you will be the person who can stand to look at me,
All of me,
And not run.

*(Although
If you were
You would be the first.)