I cannot tell if,

Your words typed and spoken,

Are you.

 

Are you doing this,

Because it’s you or,

For followers.

 

For followers do you,

Wrench my guts straight out,

In me.

 

In me see me,

Yourself and opened,

Do tell.

 

Do tell if you,

Truly write what you feel,

I must.

 

I must know for,

Sureness because I,

Admire you.

 

Admire you and hope,

Protect and heal the wounds,

But realize.

 

But realize that I,

Scared to approach and hesitant,

Can’t tell.