My Miracle

So many maybes

You could be my miracle.

Or you could be my false hope.

I haven't decided yet.

You could save me.

Or you could be the one to sink me.

I could save you too.

Or it could all be my imagination.

I just know I like the way you look at me.

I just know that it feels like you could be my miracle.

Sometimes I wonder if you see it too.

I wonder if you see what's really me.

Or if you just see the parts that are acceptable.

Like everyone else.

Only seeing in me what they want to.

I don't think you are though.

I'm finally starting to believe you see just me.

I've never felt that someone just saw me before.

So pardon me if I don't handle it right all the time.

Excuse my disbelief,

And my occasional outbursts.

And my pulling away.

I've never just been seen before.

I've always been cloaked in imaginary qualities,

Put there by everyone else.

So it's new for me,

To be wanted for me.

Not for someone I pretend to be.

You saw past that,

And I couldn't hide.

I tried to ran.

But you followed.

That's never happened before.

I can't promise I'll handle this all the way I should.

But I can promise I'll try.

I want to try for you.

And that could just be the miracle I was needing.