This poem I tried to be pretty raw and to the point, which makes the poem's tone a bit more like my prose self than my poetic one. Would you love me if I love you Hug me if I hug you Touch me softly on the lips Hold my hand, then softly kiss I have aged for eternity Wisdom isn't the same to me It isn't something cherished or dear Only something that keeps me here I would trade every single day Of studying and learning things Which now leave me alone Walking pages in books I own I don't know who I am Nor who I should have been I only know that I want you Not who you are or what to do Would you love me if I love you While you touch me softly on the lips And hold my hand as we kiss Please hug me so I'll know who
Everything is open to the winds of chance.