Serena Malcolm

This piece is a little rough around the edges (no neat rhythm, some questionable rhymes) but that’s because it’s one written from the heart and not one written for poetic perfection.

What’s the worst that could happen
If you were to let me touch you?
If I were to hug you or just hold your hand?

What’s the worst that could happen
If I were to confess that I need you?
I need you to help me understand.

So close, but so far that it hurts and keeps hurting,
So close, but I can feel you slipping away,
So close that to others we must seem so perfect,
So close, but unmistakably frayed.

What’s the worst that could happen
If I were to openly show you
the very world that you mean to me?

What’s the worst that could happen
If you were to just let me love you
the way that it just… ought to be?