"i love you,"
i say as tears stream down from my eyes
and you wonder why i'm crying.

these aren't words i use lightly,
and as i stand here 
with them still hovering
in the air around us,
i feel as if i have wrenched my very heart
from my chest
and stand before you
with it in my hands,
holding it out to you.

and i am filled with the fear
that you will turn away
and leave me alone
holding this quivering mass...

and what then?
i feel it is no good to me
if you won't have it,
and the temptation
to throw the whole bloody mess
against the wall
is great.