I wonder
if the roles I play
are really what I want to be.
Or is it too late?
Are my roles,
my not-so-temporary voices
already doing
the dreaming and the wanting
in my place
for me?
I see you and utter “love me”
without thinking twice.
Even if you find
some love left in you to give up,
I wonder
is there any “me” left in me
to love you back.
Would I end up setting you up
with a heartless cruel face of mine?
Would I hold your hand, only to give you away
to the parts of me, that cannot ever understand
how precious you are?