If you knew what I thought of you
how I felt
what you meant
it wouldn’t have mattered
for you would have been too much for me
even if I was ever brave enough
to tell you.

You were too powerful a spirit
too tempestuous a temperament
too torrential a terror
too… too much for me to be able to take in
let alone take out.

You would have seen through me
so easily.
I swear
if you knew what I thought of you
it wouldn’t have made any difference
but still
I wish you did.