i can feel your arms wrap around me like a big soft blanket your smooth fingers graze my head gently the darkness of your cloak is so soothing as if the colors itself could envelope me you smell of nothing only a soft scent of something fresh yet old you whispher sweet nothings in my ear telling me to not let go my eyes droop into the warmth tired and exausted but then i sense the scent of something sweet my body awakens as something walks nearer the warmth of a light drives away the comfort of the cloak i feel bare yet warm my eyes open again revealing a child who wears a yellow dress barely reaching above their knees it smiles at me such happiness pours into me i ***** a smile it holds a hand for me to take i give it a finger its tiny hands grasp around it pulling me somewhere we begin to walk my eyes widening i rip my finger from its grasp it looks confused but i only shake a head my body trembles i run back to the cloak for its arms to devour me again the familiar warmth kisses me as the process starts over again the cloak whispers sweet nothings to me like a mother comforting her child she says theres nothing for you but me
i have always wondered why i wrote from a boys perspective. is it easier. i dont know. i make sentences about boys who find love in girls. weird. i cant say. its not that i too am attracted to girls. its more or less that i write these boys to love these girls because thats how i want a boy to feel and think about me. i suppose so. but i believe other girls deserve these boys then me. for i dont believe these words are ment for me. i create these boys through sewn words for the girls who have wanted someone to look at them like they want boys to. to talk to them like they want boys to. to feel like they want that special someone to. ah. what even is this. maybe i write nothing and have bad rythme. who knows. its hard to opinionize myself. but i guess this will suffice.