Might I be that love.

You're so emotionless and I find that endearing
Yet you're so full of life every time you're near me
Your eyes,
They're empty.
Eyes tell stories. They speak for themselves.
But yours don't speak at all.
They're like ice.
And you're words,
They're so cold.
Inside I know there is something.
Deep down there is pain.
You keep your self locked up.
You're scared.
You try to block out all emotion,
But anyone who takes the time to
analyze you would notice.
You're a silent tragedy.
Maybe I'm the only one who took that time to analyze you...
Who wouldn't?
You're attention grabbing.
You're gorgeous.
Flawless.
I see so many things in you,
That Perhaps no ones see's...
And that makes me sad.
You're like me.
Except you hold so much more.
I want you.
I don't think you understand.
It's not lust.
There's something about you.
You're different.
I don't even know why, But you scream out to me.
Your eyes are wordless
but they speak to me.
Your words and emotionless
but they scream feeling to me.
Some where deep inside you are yearning to be heard.
Yearning for that one person...to love...who will listen.
I understand that.
I feel that.
I will listen.
Might I be that love or not.
My ears are open.
I'm curious
I want to dig.
But to invade such privacy is a pain
for both of us.
Let me in. Let me show you.
You are not alone.
You never were.
And you never will be.