What if I said
All of those things that have been stuck in my throat for months
Would it change you?
Would it change us?
Would you unravel into my arms
Like petals coming loose?
Would you see me for what I blankly am
and would be be how I always dreamed?
Probably not.
For I am too nervous and bound tight by convention.
And anyway, I don't know what goes on behind those deep brown eyes.
In that life of yours that I don't know about.

But tonight
You kissed my hands and for a second I thought
You saw me.
But then again
Maybe not.