Should You Find Me, Annotated

I am raw for you
my fever, my ache, my need,
and am unbearable.
We are in our worlds
which neither love for the other
and rage in them
which we love for the other.
We cannot be more plain,
to each other
yet our worlds value each other less than we.
I deny my world
to find the small, sweet corner of my soul
you create.
Do you?
Should you find me annotated,
made grand in reference
that never was, for you, in life,
place that book on your knee
crack its spine
and let spill the best of me
confused to the floor.