Would you love me more  
if I dissolved into the air,  
a fleeting whisper,  
soft as the breath of the wind,  
asking for nothing,  
tied to no shape, no weight?  
If I shed this fragile body,  
this skin heavy with imperfections,  
would I finally be enough?  

Would you cherish me  
if I let go of my flaws,  
if I became the shimmer of dew  
on trembling leaves at dawn,  
or the sunbeam warming your cheek?  
If I were the rhythm of rain,  
gentle and fleeting,  
touching the earth without leaving a mark—  
would I seem lighter,  
easier to hold in your hands?  

If I quieted the chaos,  
smoothed the edges of my emotions,  
became something softer,  
would you find it easier to love me?  
Would you reach for me  
if I were a butterfly,  
fragile and beautiful,  
a fleeting life you could only hold for a moment?  
Would my fragility make me precious,  
or would you let me drift away  
as easily as I arrived?  

If I were the roots beneath your feet,  
the steady tree you lean on,  
would my stillness be enough for you?  
Would you water my silence,  
tend to my devotion,  
or would you forget me,  
unchanging,  
until I was gone?  

Would you breathe me in  
if I became the air,  
invisible but essential,  
filling your lungs without asking for space?  
Would you crave me more  
if I were the breeze—  
light and fleeting,  
never too much,  
never too deep?  
Or is it my depth that frightens you,  
the vast ocean inside me,  
its waves crashing against your walls,  
seeking to be known?  

Would you love me more  
if I unraveled the threads of my humanity—  
the rawness,  
the mess,  
the longing you can’t seem to hold?  
If I became less real,  
less flawed,  
less alive,  
would I finally be what you want me to be?  

If I gave up everything  
that makes me who I am,  
would I fit into your world?  
Or would I slip through your hands,  
a ghost of what I once was,  
still never enough  
for the love I hoped to find?  

Tell me—  
if I were less,  
would you love me more?  
Or would I vanish  
before you ever truly saw  
who I am?