Just once
i often feel as if i ask too much
and say too little.
this time i will not ask, but rather tell.
of how i fear being too much,
and how i was raised on the belief
that love given solely to me was wasted,
that any charity given to me was too
much for me to possibly deserve.
or how my fear of perception has lead me
astray, wasted ideas and potential caused
by my seemingly everlasting sloth.
only this once will i tell you
of how unremarkable i am, and how truly wonderful i believe you to be.
i need you to listen to me, to close your eyes
and do nothing but live through me.
only for this moment.
only for this worthless minute that you will surely forget will i tell you all there is to know.
just this once, i won’t worry
and i’ll let you feel me so deeply in your soul
that you think that you have become me.
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