A Poem

If I were to tell you

That I love you,

Would say it in kind?

Would you feel it

In your bones

With every breath 

And every pulse?

Would you feel like running 

Far away

From anything real

From every feeling 

From each little touch?

Because when I think of

How I love you

Each beat and pulse

Head swimming 

In the rush,

I might catch fire. 

I may implode. 

I need to know. 

Would you use my love

To feed your ego?

To be a safety net?

Is it convenient for you,

To know how much I love you 

And I hate how much I do?

If I were to tell you 

That I love you, 

Would it change your mind?