⊃ If You Only Knew.. ⊂
Lisa Kleypas, Someone to Watch Over Me
I keep telling myself that there are other boys
that for every female in this city, there are three males.
But god knows I might even learn to love a girl.
At night, when my hands begin to ache and my eyes
are veined and stinging, when I slip my phone
beneath the pillow and there’s only darkness,
I postpone sleep with thoughts of people whom I could
possibly love and who could quite possibly,
love me in return.
They are all strangers. Just figments. Faces.
It always starts with the line of their jaw and from there,
the possibilities are endless.
Sometimes it’s their smile that brightens their face
other times, they don’t even seem to know how to
or maybe they’ve forgotten, and the idea
of becoming the reason for them to be happy is what
I live for. Sometimes they have skin like nightsky
and I imagine nuzzling into them to ward away the cold.
Other times, they’ve got papery skin that gets reduced
to pulp so easily with a single drop of tear.
And so, I write
before it’s too late.
But after the story’s been written, they all end the same way,
with you. You breaking my heart. You telling me
you love me. You asking me to stay. You, you,
|—||MJL, and i honestly don’t know what comes after the tragedy (request)|
I doubted the way that the space could be filled for so long
I was so headstrong that maybe just maybe I was dead wrong