Please Love Me Too Poem by spencer tye

This is the first poem i ever wrote and will always be important to me as it began my passion for writing and was about someone i will always love..... no matter how hard i try to forget.

No one knows what I want,
what I need,
what I desire.
Even though you knowing this doesn't rise me any higher.
What I want,
what I need,
what I desire,
is you.
Anything and everything I ever do,
feels empty without you there too.
Please don't think my love for you isn't true.
There isn't anything for you that I wouldn't do.
I love you,
please love me too.
Please, I'm walking further out on this branch.
I'm not used to this,
I'm forfeiting my life with you to chance.
So please, please, love me too.
Whenever I see you smile,
it breaths life into my desire.
I just cant help but admire,
your unlimited,
never-ending,
beauty.
I know I need you to be aware,
but my fear of your rejection it scares.
I'm afraid that you wont care.
That my chance with you will tear,
and we will never be a pair.
But I'm playing this game of truth and dare.
I'm telling you my love for you is true,
and me telling you this is my dare.
Oh god I love you,
please love me too.
Please, I'm nearing the end of this branch.
I'm blindly walking through uncharted territory,
I'm risking my life with you to chance.
So please,
please, love me too.
I'm giving my love for you to take.
With this love I want you to make,
my future.
Use it as you will.
But know that it is what fills my heart.
So please handle me with care.
You may dissect it,
shake it,
break it.
But I am fragile without it.
I need it back whole,
and for you to make it heal.
To make this love become real.
To do this you must see into me,
watch my layers peel.
Break through this casing of steel.
To see how I really feel.
That is what makes or breaks this deal.
That is what dictates,
what I hope creates,
your love for me.
This suspense I cannot take,
I know that soon I will break.
I feel naked,
my love on a pedestal,
being studied by all.
decide my future.
I'm not secure,
I need your cure,
or else what will soon occur,
is my end.
My deprivation of your love being the bullet.
The gun?
The knowledge of you thinking of my love as repugnant.
The end of this branch is approaching.
I hope what you feel for me is not loathing.
For if it is I can not detain,
my physical pain.
It will be no small stain.
It will be a flood.
Though you will not see my blood,
that coats the invisible blade piercing my heart,
and then cuts me apart,
into pieces to small,
to even see at all.
Even though with this knowledge you may not follow through,
at least I can hope that you understand how great my love is for you.
So please,
please love me.