Potentially

Potentially
There’s nothing I can do
To make you love me more
Or
Want me more
Than you do.

Potentially
I can’t fight off competition
With more than a sly dig
Or
A comment
That passes through.

But potentially
I want you more than you do.

Maybe a passing phrase…
That held gaze
On the dance floors doom
Or
The land locked phase
Where the contact fades
To a cruel
Murky blue.

It’s true. I’ve seen it.
I’ve seen you.

So potentially
I want you more
Than you want me -
And our brief silences,
Held in the gentle wings
Of 4AM mornings
Say more than you do.

And the backwards glance
As if you wouldn't give a second chance
To those seconds,
Like you could do,

Could potentially mean
I’m your everything
Like the
Dust -
In which the universe is turning,
Or
Perhaps,
Burning
Through.
But
It doesn't matter to you,

When you’re the very thing -
Words can’t describe the screaming
Yet silent truth,
Because my everything
And anything
Is you.

So till death do us part
And the truth will out
Through and through.

You know,
My whole anything,
And everything
Is you.
And this is the insignificant truth –
That my world revolves around you.