You didn't understand, did you?

My jaded lips cannot speak quicksilver like they used to.
Broken hearts are much better at writing.

I meant falling, falling,
Into the light that your eyes capture
When you read my raw emotions
Falling into an emotion I swear I thought had died in me
Falling for a figment that, for all I know, could vanish any moment.

Understand?

If I can tear up at simple words you create
To resemble the shape of my lips
I shudder to think of
What heading your voice
Would do to me....

You choose me?
I'll admit, I'm speechless.
All the pentameter in my head
Is twisted in a labyrinth of speed limit signs
And pause buttons.
Why me?

I'll keep asking
And asking
And asking
For months, years, decades.

For I cannot wrap my limited conciousness
Around the fact
That my feelings are
Returned.

Do you blame me?
If I hadn't tried to help you
You might still be taken.
It wasn't my purpose for you to fall for me
All I wanted was to help out
A fellow feeling......
.....and now I find myself falling,
Falling,
Falling
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I can't believe it.
How could someone like you
Want to choose someone like me?!

What have I done
To corrupt your mind?
Poison. Enchantments?

Help me understand
What it is I've done to you
So that I can properly apologize
For compelling your so recently broken heart
To come and mesh with mine.

I've been broken so long
And it feels like you could fix me
I've wanted you since I met you
But why do I feel so guilty now.....

If you told me what you feel
Perhaps I could find a way
To reciprocate

But I think I'm too jaded
Too biased, too empty
To understand

Do you want me?
Not sure....

Tell me how to identify
What's running through my head
Cause I don't know how to clarify
Anything that you have said.....

In my head
There's an image of you
But I'm sure it does you
Absolutely no justice
Case closed.

I have to ask
If you realize the quantum
Of things I'm thinking on a regular basis

If you knew my thoughts
I think you'd be scared to learn
What it is that I see
When I shut my eyes at night

And I'll tell you
Who you really are
To me

If you were any less intriguing
I'd be able to tell you
Why you draw me

It's not that I'm making a rash statement of love
-aren't those usually too hasty anyways?-
But I have to ask if there's a possibility
If you have slightly begun to feel
The connection that I can feel
Inside your amazing self
Too?

Can I please
Take the liberty
Of ringing your bell
Once
More

Ask me
And I'll tell you
I need the life
Stored within the parting
Of your lips
That I've never seen

Help me