I see you in the halls, I know you see me too and I can't help but wonder: why? what do you see? you're so much better than me. when I touch you my stomach overturns with the soft fluttering of delicate, heart-shaped butterflies it never lasts long but it always happens. you mean the world to me you are everything to me you warm me, despite incurable chill you are the dawning Summer, sweeping away the rains of spring. but sometimes in the small moments of night before I close my eyes, I wonder what if? what if I tried too hard? what if you stopped seeing me, as we pass in the halls I doubt myself. I doubt that the ethereal strength of my tainted soul could endure such unfathomable torment. willpower is brittle and things break, that do not bend. and as finger strikes key after key I wonder if you will read this and wonder at the length of this piece this poem... feelings like these do not come lightly and the passion never fades. so know now this great extent, and know that I will always be here in this work because feeling is timeless, thought boundless, and writing limitless, so it becomes my tool, my vessel, the capsule to contain me in my emotion for you.