you say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it.
you say you love the sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining.
you say you love the wind, but when it comes you close the windows.

so that's why I’m scared when you say you love me.

I noticed
That you didn’t answer
Or when
You didn’t say goodbye
That last time
You texted first
The first time
You missed hello
I noticed

The lamp flickers as
sun it rises, shadows scurry
to alleys hidden

If I gave you my soul,
would you read each page?
Scribble notes of interest
and know me.
Would you take the time,
to help tape the seams?
Would you mend,
the fragility of my soul?
It tears and rips,
easily, emotionally.