If I can tear up at simple words you create
To resemble the shape of my lips
I shudder to think of
What heading your voice
Would do to me....

You choose me?
I'll admit, I'm speechless.
All the pentameter in my head
Is twisted in a labyrinth of speed limit signs
And pause buttons.
Why me?

I'll keep asking
And asking
And asking
For months, years, decades.

For I cannot wrap my limited conciousness
Around the fact
That my feelings are
Returned.

Do you blame me?
If I hadn't tried to help you
You might still be taken.
It wasn't my purpose for you to fall for me
All I wanted was to help out
A fellow feeling......
.....and now I find myself falling,
Falling,
Falling
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