If i . . . Would you . . .
If i open up my heart,
Would you help the world tear it the rest of the way apart,
If i finally broke down, laid down and died,
Would you be the first, the last, or the only one who cried,
If i reached out in desperation and held your hand,
Would you hold on firm or would it be like grabbing hour glass sands,
If i allowed you to see my broken wings,
Would you laugh at me or finally hear my demons scream and all the angels in heaven above sing,
If i ran out into the cold dead of night where it's safe for me to hide,
Would you find compassion enough to bring me back inside,
If i told you that i might have one more last chance to feel,
Would you abandon me or help me heal,
If i pieced myself back together so that i gave you me at my best,
Would you give me comfort, joy, peace and finally rest,
If i opened up my soul and showed you the wounds and scars,
Would you try to replace them with heaven above and all of it's stars,
If i gave you my love from this day forwards,
Would you gravitate away from me or towards,
If i promised to always love, honor and cherish,
Would you starve my promise or nourish,
If i promised you all of me: good, bad, saintly, sinful, crazy, sane, evil, ugly, beautiful and sweet to you,
Would you give me back all of the same in you too,
If i gave you my all, gave you my most,
Would you look up and realize that what you had always really wanted, you had just lost.