please be
quiet as
you trace
my skin
because
i'm afraid
it would
wake me up
from this dream,

don't say
a word
when
you smile
at me because
that pretty
little mouth
will ruin
the moment,

don't say
you love me
because
i can't even
love myself
and what
kind of human
am i if i cant?

please don't
leave me
even if i don't
make my mind up
but when i'm
with you even
if i won't say the
words,

i feel them
vibrating
in my bones,
swirling around
my veins in
golden ichor,
filling my
rib cage
with a garden
of hope,
wishing that i
can  nurture it
but my garden
is full of
weeds
and when
i pick up
one it
starts to
double,

i haven't
got a
green thumb
but thank God
you do.