Would you still love me
if you knew
what it's like within the
sea of my mind?

The loud thoughts
crowding this small space
all at once.

My cold fingertips
searching for pen & paper
to purge it all onto.

Sticky notes scattered across
the caramel carpet
mapping out my
madness.

Even I have trouble
navigating my way
around my own
home sometimes.

Would you still love me
if you knew
what keeps my heart from
beating the way it used to?

Would you be there
to love it back to life?

Would you be more
gentle with my heart
if you knew how easily
you could cause it to
rupture?