Oh. Hey Cassandra?

Hey? You wanted me to write you a poem

But I think it’s not, a proposal perhaps and I suck at it

I’ve never done it before, yet every time I try I feel the pain of rejection right inside my chest

Is this making sense? It’s like I can’t stop talking and believe me it, is worse here

from the time we talked, I’m still in love with the silence between us

I’m glad we are bound by this and not tension

Hey, are you enjoying this?

Let me guess, you are most startled but so am I,

If I were you “I would want a poem about flowers, how you make me smile,

My beauty, my makeup, hair, my body and my meaning to you”

And to hide not the truth, I’m fond of you

But I’m sorry, sometimes it feels like you are too much and I’m less enough for you

It’s sad and true

yet in your eyes I wish to be lost,

Now that you know let me close to you.

Am I the lone falling victim to this gravity?

Or are you falling down and quitting serenity

Sorry I know no one would

it wouldn’t hurt if we reached the ground together

We can find our inner peace there and together

I want to see your tears running down your face with your weight on my shoulder

I’ve been pre-occupied lately but only for you, I hope someday, truly I’ll mean something to you

I do not fear you, but I’m scared to lose you

Hey, I want to befriend your demons.