do you really care or is this just another fabrication in a half dream that my mind has created to trick me into thinking there is something worth holding on to? Will you still be here in a month's time like you promised, or will you find an excuse to rid yourself of me and all my bruised parts? Are there stars in your eyes or are those the shimmering reflection of the sun in the water filling them? Will you hold me when i am frail or will you drop me when i weaken us both? You have been my best friend for quite some time now and my adoration for you runs deeper than these cuts and scars, the same ones you helped me overcome and prevent. It is also true that you have been the cause of some, on the nights where tension built and we sent hateful words to each other in a desperate attempt to rid ourselves of the hate and bitter hellfire in our hollow bodies. I do not yet know if this friendship will be my destruction or salvation, all that i can do is trust you as much as i can and hope that i have poured enough of myself into you, that you know the pain you would be causing if i am betrayed again. Maybe when i see you i should smile, but things are complicated and i cannot bring myself to even make my eyes look happy. I hope you understand this. I hope you know me and every atom of my self. I hope you like what you see.