I knew a boy who came from the sea.
He traced my scares and kissed them.
He couldn't understand the pain that I had conquered up in my head.
He was the only one who had ever known the truth about me.
My therapist though I had made him up.
She couldn't grasp someone so graceful, and so magical could ever exist.
He did exist.
He existed more than I ever could.
I would let him read through my journals full of poems, and self harm.
And he would touch my arm, and leave burn marks.
I had four so far going up my wrist.
At night lying in the dark, the round burns on my wrist faintly glowed.
And when I traced over them his face flashed through my mind.
I would spend each day with him, but the moments we had to divid I will never forget.
I stand facing him, as he lifts his hand in front of my chest.
He smiles.
I start to smile back until a sharp pain rushes up my spine, and out my chest.
Everything gets bright, and my head goes dizzy.
It almost feels as if something is being pulled out from my chest.
Everything goes dark, and numb.
And after awhile I gasp for air, and open my eyes.
I'm alone again, as if it never happened.
As if I never was with him.
This is not new.