do you ever break, dear?
It seems that i am always the one
speaking, crying, complaining,
jabbering away
with pointless words,
thoughts pouring out of my lips
in pools of meaninglessness;
do you ever break?
do you ever sit back and wonder,
what is going on?
why is this my life,
my choices,
why am I happy,
or not happy,
why have I chosen you?
do you ever break, dear,
and wonder,
if you could open up completely
to me?
enough to cry,
or whisper your deepest fears,
fall in love with me,
or even just so I can know you?
Will you break,
like I’ve broken,
into a million pieces
so that each can be carried
inside each other’s pockets?
Will you ever break,
so that I can love you,
honestly,
completely,
and only,
you?