It Is What It Is Not

This is not poetry. 

This is a rant.

This is not a rant.

This is a meaningless hope.

Don't leave me.

Don't end this.

I've fallen.

Hit the ground so hard.

I've flown.

Reached the clouds so exhilarating.

Don't leave me. 

Don't end this.

I believe you.

That may be a mistake.

I adore you.

That may cripple me.

Don't leave me.

Don't end this.

My thoughts rest in you.

My dreams are yours.

My hopes you can crush.

My heart you could mangle.

See, this is not poetry. 

This is my fear.

Fear you will leave.

Fear you will end this.

Fear that I have meaningless hope.

Fear that you don't love me.

( For Nathaniel.)