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oh trust me if i could i would hand him my dripping heart on a silver platter.
surrounded by all the happiness in the world.
but he is lost in this world and doesn't know of my existence.
his face i've never seen, his words only in my sleep.
how this depresses me so, a man i've never met, a figure i've put together from magazines across the country.
how can i ache from the lack of his presence when i've never encountered it?
this doesn't make sense.
i wish he were real, and here to hold me and when i turn over in bed i want a warm body there, someone to love, someone who loves, and lets himself.
i want an arm around me when i stand and a shoulder to lean on when i can't see straight,
and a kiss that will remind me why i'm here.
surrounded by all the happiness in the world.
but he is lost in this world and doesn't know of my existence.
his face i've never seen, his words only in my sleep.
how this depresses me so, a man i've never met, a figure i've put together from magazines across the country.
how can i ache from the lack of his presence when i've never encountered it?
this doesn't make sense.
i wish he were real, and here to hold me and when i turn over in bed i want a warm body there, someone to love, someone who loves, and lets himself.
i want an arm around me when i stand and a shoulder to lean on when i can't see straight,
and a kiss that will remind me why i'm here.