Playing
with you,
teasing
you-
Not to hurt-
to try.

To try,
and breath life,
into your mind.
To spark,
burn down,
the forest,
of your, complacency.

To water you,
hold you,
care for you,
I rage.

Not at you.
To you.
Not, about you.
About Us.
It’s all about Us.

Yet,
so much more,
to me, it is.
To you,
I can only try.

And if,
Oh, joyous if.
I say it, if, if, if-
You feel something,
anything-
If.

You love me,
hate me,
Ignore me,
I have started, something.
And that,
my friends,
is when I smile.