You hold my secrets safe. You know the stories that make up my soul. You've heard them all, and tacked the words upon your heart. You hold me close. You see in the patterns of my skin the story of why I grow silent on car rides, and from the scars on my left thumb you glean the details of the best year of my life.
You know me. You treasure me. You stand between me and the rest of the world.
I'd love you, if I had you.
You're my favorite dream, and if I knew the way, I'd make you real. Pull you right from my imagination into my arms. The boy with the tragic eyes and strong arms. A large heart, and a slow smile.
A smile just for me.
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He sounds lovely.
ReplyDeleteI hope I meet him one day,
This imaginary boy.