You go through a lot,
I suppose.
You're in love with someone
who you're afraid to talk to.

But then, so am I.
The difference is that it's you.

I can do it.
You know nobody wants to
make you happy more than I do.
I would kill, I would die,
I would obey every command.
Yours are the only feet I've ever
fallen so completely to.
Yours are the only eyes, the
only lips, the only everything
I would beg for if only
I wasn't so scared.

I want to carry you out,
I want to hold your hand,
I want to disappear into the realm
of identity behind your love.

I need to save you, because
if you let me, it would save me too.