More Than This

by Rya

Whisper, don't yell
that's just you. And I'm
always asking you;

Could

you speak up? Speak softly, so
softly, so I can lean closer
to listen, but we both know

I

only want to be closer...closer.
If I reached out to touch you, would
you cringe? Disappear? Could you

Ever

Learn to like me? Could I ever
learn to trust you? Or must
we be cursed to only

Be

who we were born as? No. I've
changed myself completely. I
can change and be

Anything

I desire; shy, outgoing, angry,
happy, sad. But does that
really, truly make me

More

than I was before the change?
Could you care for my constantly changing
self? Could we ever be more

Than...

This?