You came closest to it, To being the “one”, the one I had dreamt of every since i was a kid. The person I envisioned myself to be with. The kind of person I wrote about, dreamt about. You saw the parts of me that no one ever saw. You peeked into my brain, even the parts that I don’t even allow myself into. You had warm hands, a kind heart, a comforting embrace that I had longed for my entire life. If people saw the world through different glasses, I was sure we saw it through the same, your world seemed like a lot alike mine, I understood you because I was you at times, but like me you had your demons, demons that got the best of us, but it was too late you were already running through my veins, and I’m still trying to figure out how to get you out of me without bleeding myself dry.
















