when i was small i thought that if
i looked long enough
i could look through anything
to find the light behind
now all the edges are curled
pulling under

i walked naked through this army
unarmed
i know that sometimes i bend too easily for you
this liquid and light of which i am formed

could you forgive me
it is only through my youth that i could
hurt you
someday i will be old though
will you still find me beautiful?

if you touched me 
would you feel substance
this soft encasement
pillowed flesh
of my body
in me she thinks she has found
everything she wanted to be
but i have nothing more 
than my life in which to offer her
i have nothing more than my life 
in which to offer

if i was weak 
would you still come?
if i could not see
would you still listen?
if i was naked
standing before you
with nothing but my life to offer you
would you still want me
would you
still want me?