X

"And I'm writing all my things about you in a little book. I find you so intriguing, this whole thing, it's bizarre, strange, slightly sinister, I don't understand. And nor do you. I want to look at how you think, work, try, believe. I want to see your reactions, your words some how like an experiment, to look into someone's mind, who is offering to tell me anything, for my research. Bound by some unforgettable tale of misfortune, I don't know who you are, I find it strange to think you are even real. That you exist on the same planet, let alone the same side of the city. How do you feel? And how do I feel? So many things you say open up new caves in my mind, dripping with yet more questions. I know you'll tell the truth if I ask you them, but I do not know why. Why would you open up to me, of all people? Who am I to you? What is it you seek in me?
I may never know, and I know I may never meet you. We are two separate people, I know you feel it could confuse things if we were to exchange these words over coffee. How can I know everything about you, yet not know you at all?"

X

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"Your arms around me, bodies as one, spinning... Flying"

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"My body, myself encircled by butterflies"

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"Fluttering butterflies, through my brain, through my stomach"

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"Like butterflies from a net, flowing out of your sleeve, through my brain"

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"It's that moment when you reach for the steering wheel, your tattoos escape your sleeve"

You sit. A fear in you head, and I predict the thought behind your every word. Because of her, because of she, because of we, because of us. Never you. Not you. Whats wrong?
Nothing
To do
With
You
Your reason, the same as mine- because of her. Your thought's, the same as mine- Because...

I sometimes wonder if one day it will be you and I. Alone. Together. Or will I always have to live at liberty of your haunting thoughts of something so much better.
It's never me

I could give you the world, it wouldn't matter
I could love another, it wouldn't matter

It must be difficult, but at least I acknowledge that of you. You don't have a clue how hard it is for me