Aug 13, 2010 21:57
It's strange, I think, the way that I see you
not as a lover, not as a friend, and certainly not as a sister
simply put, in your despair, in your hatred, in your angst you turned into
someone to be loved.
Never in my life had I wanted reciprocation, never had I wanted
To see you love me like I love you.
Simply put
You
Are
Out
Of
Reach.
And I’m loving it.
Protect you, hide you, save you, and laugh with you.
I want to be the one who knows your secrets,
the secrets you hide in the back of your mind; the secrets which you keep from
your mother, your lover, your friend, and even your dog
Release them onto me, the darkness, and I will absorb them gratefully.
Take our your demons, your insecurities, and steal my candle.
I will hand it to you with a smile.
Take.
My.
Light.
Someone to be loved.
Someone who needs my hand.
I will give it to you,
As long as you never say you love me too.
You are.
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