Vulnerability

You make me want to sing songs of hope
And put a shiny bullet in my head.
Do I love you? Do I know you?

I hate that I love you irrevocably.
I adore you, and nothing in this world
Scares me more than that.

I may stand tall before the world,
But before you I am a child:
Vulnerable, weak, transparent.

- c. noel
7.20.13