the beekeeper.

the ballad of portia.

i don't know whether i should laugh or cry
because it's pathetic but somehow i find it amusing:
how i would would swallow burning coals
to prove how honorable you truly are.

i think you are a wonderful man,
and even though you won't open yourself up to me and tell me your worries,
i believe you care
in your own odd sort of way.

i want to hold your hand and tell you that whatever is eating at you isn't your fault
and i know i'm capable and strong enough to do so
but dear, your hands are soaked to the bone
and you would panic at my touch.

tell me your worries, brutus,
tell me what aches beneath your skin.
tell me what great heights you wish to achieve and
tell me where you see yourself in ten years.
tell me where you want to go with this,
with us,
and i'll tell you how much i care about you.
you,
you, you.
you need to tell me something.