If I was brave enough to be your Romeo, would you be my Juliet?
Would you find me important enough to be in your poems?
Would you bring me up in random conversation with people I’ve never met?
Would you believe me when I tell you:
“You are your own worst critic.”
Everything you do is sunsets on countrysides,
Drops of rain dancing across a baby’s forehead for the first time,
You are nothing less than a treasure.
I know that people have loved you for all the wrong reasons,
If I was brave enough to show you the right ones, would you let me?
I’ve been thinking of how to tell you how I feel,
Or if you would even believe me,
You’ve met the worst parts of me before the best parts got a chance to shine,
If I was brave enough to take the time, would you let me get to know you?
Not just the picture perfect smile or face you put on for others,
Would you let me know the reason you wear the mask?
This isn’t a crush, or teenage lust, but I wouldn’t feel comfortable calling it love because,
I don’t just want to kiss and hug you, or know all your secrets,
You make me want to be the man I don’t ever think I can be.
Your words fuel my inspiration,
My skin dances to the sound of your voice,
When you speak, I don’t get butterflies,
I get riots of unspoken words demanding refuge,
Raging balls of fire in the midnight of my stomach,
I wish the flames could dance off my tongue as easily as they do yours,
You are the night before my revolution.
I ask you,
If I was brave enough to be your Romeo would you be my Juliet?
Or could we trash all the metaphors,
Get rid of the overused clichés and not-so-well-done similes, and simply
Help each other be the best versions of ourselves?