i'm dreaming i'm holding hands with the most important girl
writing letters with my palms giving her the anticipation she needs for eternity
scribbled with hopes and promises describing how it'll pass
how she deserves so much more than what her world has to offer
stories upon stories on how she strives and strives again
even if she trips over life's constant cracks

she believes there's nothing here for her
but i am here for you
and you'll never leave
and we'll be okay

darling, i am you and i know it's hard to see the progress your entwining fingers with
it's hard to see the future which is impossible to predict
and that statement is true because all you anticipated was the word shrinking its portions of happiness until you starved to permanent sadness

but what you don't know is that
achievement is near
and you exist

and i'll mail these words to the me i wish i could've spoken to