I confessed this love to you on purpose.
Brought you what joy I kept for myself after living in the world.
Roused some courage from dust and spit.
And I loved you.
In the moments after rejection.
I wondered if I could have kissed you better than I could have told you.
If loving you as a friend would do anything more than destroy me.
If my heart could take the beauty of your smile or the life in your voice.
If one day another man could come and melt the ice from my bones.
I feel an awful chill inside of me.