If I...

If I wrote the story of my life, would you read it?
If I sang a song of pain and happiness, would you hear it?
If I stirred a brew of love, honesty, and hope, would you taste it?
If I made a tonic of passion and desire, would you drink it?
If I gave you a rose of optimism, would you smell it?
If I painted a picture of sorrow, would you view it?
If I gave you a hand in friendship, would you hold it?
If I told you that the truest treasure was surrounded by darkness and uncertainty, would you venture to touch it?
If my heart was offered to you, would you want it?
If I held the answers to all of your questions, would you still need them?
If I could change your past to bring you a better future, would you do it?
If I told you that integrity was priceless, would you still try to pay for it?
If I could do these things for you, what would you do?
What would you say?
What would you think?
If I promised to take all of you pain and worry away, would you trust me?
I pose these questions to you, who is also me.
I am a reflection of you.
When you hurt, I hurt.
When you laugh, I laugh.
When you cry, I cry.
I will never turn a blind eye to your pain, I will absorb every ugly aspect of it until it no longer hurts you.
I will never doubt your ability, I'll take in all of your anxiety so that you can carry on.
I will never leave you out in the cold, as I will serve as that comfy quilt of tranquility.
I am us.
I am them.
I am me.
But most importantly...
I am you.