When I bury my own needs and my own feelings to try to keep the peace I am left feeling like a ghost.

Like a ton of bricks Like a waterfall Like an avalanche Just say the word I gather my dry heart Like sticks primed for the kindling I pray there will be sparks I wish you'd see me different I hold this torch and hope That it casts me in a better light Worth a chance or just a try Worth making an offer I bite my lip the thousandth time Your beauty still unfathomable I hold my tongue in spite Of the way you make my brain light up Of the fire you might yet ignite Of the shadow w