What is it like to talk to you?
I feel so natural around you, like, clean and healthy.
I feel like I don't have anything to hide anymore or lie about.
I know you won't judge me, even if it's my worse day of my life, I know you will be there helping me get threw it all.
Sure, we can talk about anything, and I mean anything.
Our conversations can go from people, friends, drugs, depression, sex,everything.
And I can tell when you say, "I love her" that you really don't.
And you can tell when I say "I'm ok" and have tears down my face that I need someone, which is you now.
And sure, when I talk to you about Breanna and Nicole, and helping you talk about who you love more, I act strong and when I get in my room, you don't see the tears fall down.
You tell me you've been hurt by girls, but why don't you give me a chance?
I've shown you the real me...
The me no one has seen except you and a few other people...
And it feels good to know that you won't hurt me,
now or never.
Maybe, just maybe, it will lead to something me and you both want and need right now.
Love?
 -to write -- on her arms- · Sun Nov 16, 2008 @ 06:34am · 1 Comments |
