dare i wonder what you think of me for i do not know what i think of myself. maybe there's a difference between how you see yourself and how you let others see you. am i a plague or a remedy am i stone cold or burning flames am i chilled to the bone or am i a home sometimes home can be a person, but i am no home. my hands are cold, they will burn you with frost. i am kind but i am afraid. my chest hurts with the thought of you. not because i wish to have you but because i don't. maybe i do, but i am an ocean and you are lost in me. i can see the moon. do i flee from what i have only to retreat to what i am? i ask of you, are you something new or the thing that i can't find. i have a treasure that i wish to keep and not soil. you are a treasure of your own. yet i am not worthy.
i can have obsidian or i can have gold. Man has always been greedy but i am Humble. am i kind? am i kind to take a cherry with cyanide pit? you believe me a diamond, but i am only coal. you, my dear, have a heart made of gold.