If I looked at you
through my minds eye,
would you be all
you appeared to be?
or would you be a
mist of a person,
gone with the
slightest gush of wind,
even before
the storm begins?
If I let you in
on all my intentions,
showed you the cracks
that run along the
lines of my very mind,
would you stare at me
like I’m crazy?
would you scream and
take to your heels,
slithering away
like an eel?
If I loved you
with all that I had,
with all that I am
and all that I’d ever be,
would that be enough?
or would you ask me to
change my spots to stripes,
and oppose my very nature?