I feel your steely blue eyes staring at my sleeping body. I feel that connection we share that is other worldly. A bond. I am supposed to take care of you, to help you. One moment you’re my whole existence and then you’re gone, maybe for good. If it wasn’t for this hat I might have believed I dreamt you up. My feelings for you are clouded in this fear that you aren’t real. You aren’t a solid, your molecules don’t stick together and sometimes you just float by to make sure I’m still breathing. I can tell you care about me too, but you just want to babysit me, you aren’t infatuated by my scent, you’re there to make sure the smile on my face is genuine. It’s a different kind of feeling but maybe you’re just supposed to be that for me. I can’t help but love kissing you though, it feels so right and wrong, perhaps our souls have grown so old together that to me you are a brother, and for some ungodly reason in this life we have both broken the rules and fallen for each other. I feel like we’re out of sync, but I wanna get in a rhythm with you and feel that connection, even if it’s just one last time.