Inside Your Head

If I were to read your thoughts, tell me... what would I find?
What sort of crazy ideas go through that crazy mind?
If I were to sift through your memories, what secrets would you reveal?
If I were to find out how you felt about me, I wonder what you'd feel

If I were some sort of telepath, your mind I would invade
I'd look through your history... your memories I'd replay
I'd hope to understand you better
to know why you act like you do
to better assess the reasons 
why I'm so drawn to you

If I were to read your thoughts, I wonder
would I still respect you today?
If I found out how you felt about me,
would I continue to act this way?
Would I still be desperate to know you...
Would I still want to crawl inside your head?
would I still desire crazy things?
would I love someone else instead?

If I were to find out more about you
would I covet you even more?
Or will I walk away in disgust
when I find out what's in store
in your mind, in your head, those thoughts you leave unsaid
Am I to love you even more
if I find a monster lurking instead?

Would you like me even less if I were inside your mind?
Would you hate me even more if your true self is what I find?

I shudder at the possibilities...

Whoever I Happen to Be

"I don't have to pretend
she doesn't expect it from me"
               -"Good Enough" Sarah Mclachlan

breath is easier to come by in your presence,
no... one does not have to hold it in
it's easier to let go and cry a little bit more
I don't have to be the conquering hero
and you don't expect me to be

what I'm not
I don't have to be anybody
I don't even have to be myself
all that I am is the person in the moment
and you... you allow me to be

free
to be me
whoever I happen to be
at the moment
in love with you

Undone

Your lips undo me
        as they would.
As soft as this fragile shell is
        your verbs, nouns, adjectives
        pound at me like a cascade of stone rain
Now you undo me, disfigured
        flesh parted by tongue sharp as razor sword
        cleaved in twain, torn and sundered
        your cruel mouth
I am undone.

On That Day I'm No Longer There

What are words that I might offer to you?
Countless phrases, nothing more

Empty words and broken promises, only this do I have in store
I have broken through the silence

begged a forgiveness I could not win
praying, as one forgotten might ask

searching for the strength that is not within
oh, that I might open your eyes,

praying that you no longer see right through me
I have been longing, standing by the door

waiting for the day that you will see
how hard I've loved, how long I've lasted

I have waited eternity.
Can't you see that there is someone

for you, knock-knock-knocking on the door
waiting with a patience I can no longer bear

Afraid that you might find me
on the day that  I'm no longer there.