I know that damn picture all to well…
It’s funny how we share so much and speak so little.
We can draw crisscrossing lines through our worlds.
We’re in each others minds both tangled in thoughts.
Always bemused by the other, never to far from the words.
I must admit I never wanted your heart, just your words. I like it when I know they’re for me, and I wish I could say how many of mine are for you, but what if my best was never for you, and that heart you thought I never had, I crushed.
This past winter you fell silent, but your actions spoke loud and clear, the more distant and quieter you got, the more you read. You refused to let me in so you lied awake at night convincing yourself you were right all the while reading my missing words.
I dreamt many a nights I’d come up with the courage to say something about how your eyes gave it all away. Force you to admit all that you’ve hidden for so long. But then I’d be a dog who’s just caught the car and has no idea what to do. So instead what I say now is you have my thoughts, as I have yours, but as we tread this line of thought lets think of memories we’ve yet shared. Because as you lie now in bed dreaming of good memories had, I sleep with dreams of the things yet to come. I am not content with living life in the memories, not yet, I’m just too young.
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