torn between the pain of rejection and the pain of mutuality.

i love you.

i love you more than anything in this world,

and there is nothing more i want in life

than for you to feel the same.

your smile

rivals the sun,

and your voice

is better than any song i’ll ever hear.

the moon doesn’t hold a candle

to the way your eyes shine,

and your touch 

will always be my favorite. 

you emulate the feeling

of safety and warmth,

and the kindness of your heart

makes me want to be a better person.

i want you to feel the same.

i want you to tell me

you think of me

the same way i think of you.

the thought of 

being able to hold you in my arms

and being able to call you mine

is something i wish upon a star every night.

to hear you say the words

“i love you” to me

is something that would only come true 

in my dreams.

i want it to be more than a dream,

to become my reality,

but do i

really want that?

what if you

feel the same

and i’m not

what you want?

what if you

finally notice

that i’m filled with

flaws, faults, and failures?

what if you 

realize that it was 

a mistake

ever falling for me?

what if my smile

isn’t as wonderful as you thought,

and my voice 

makes your ears bleed? 

what if my eyes

are too dull and lifeless for you,

and my touch

makes you feel dirty and gross?

what if i make you feel 

nervous and threatened,

and the nature of my heart

scares you?

i don’t want you

to reject me,

but please don’t

say you feel the same. 

i want my 

broken heart mended,

but please don’t try and fix it;

you might make it worse.