to a boy who towered over me,
to a wonderful friend,
to the bad boy and the saint all at once,
to the clever boy,
to my reflection in a fun-house mirror,
to self-destruction personified,
to the golden boy with his head in the clouds,
to the boy who always gets lucky.

I.
in the bathroom, after you kissed me, you told me that you did it because I was the only one who hit back and it ended in fire but our kingdom was gold, and those are the memories I try to hold.

II.
I wish your name wasn't a common word: the world reminds me of you, the pressure went up, and now here we go, and I tell you my own truth: my confidence only seems to fail in one aspect, and that aspect is you, and I wonder how I'm ever supposed to tell you that you deserve everything when you don't believe you deserve anything at all.

III.
my god, the way you look when you sleep, I am not alone anymore, all that we need are what the other can bring, and if I play my cards right this could be a wonderful thing, because we are the ones who the universe loves and it has given us each-other, and this could be a wonderful adventure, and god I hope it is.