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Jul 2014
I was eight years old when i met you , my best friend you

were wearing a dorky dress your mother picked out

, your hair was much longer that it is now

you have an enticing smile that would make anyones day

eyes that glimmer in any level of ligh

t we would spend hourse speaking of dreams of what we wanted when we grew up

from that moment i knew i would never want to be without you

but i couldnt tell you that out of fear of pushing you away

why cant i love you?

as we got older your beauty grew bolder

and my feelings got stronger

the one thing that didnt change was the amount of time we spent together

i loved those rainy days we'd stay in and watch movies

the way you would rest your head on my shoulder or hearing your adorable laugh at the random scenes

i loved the summer days where we'd go to the lake

the way the sun would make your skin glow

or how your eyes reflected the deep beauty of the water

I love you

why cant i love you?

with these feelings rising threatening to burst out i just had to tell you

but there was something you had to say first

you told me you met someone

i was forced to slowly watch as your hands clenched

then have to listen to every detail of how your lips first met

all i could think was how your hands belonged in mine

why cant i love you?

after months of torture , i remember holding you as you cried

apparently being with only you wasnt good enough for him

im sorry i couldnt protect you

but just know that for every tear that fell , so did a piece of my heart

and that in my arms , no one will hurt you

i cant remember what i said but i got you to smile this was it , i leaned in to kiss you , but you stopped me , saying you could stand to lose me too

why cant i love you?

dont you see you would never lose me because i would never let go of you

from the moment i fell into those accepting blue eyes i knew you were mine

you may think youre an emotional wreck but i can carry you



like a bird with a broke wing stuck on the ground let me mend you , so we can soar let me be the one who shows you true happiness

let me hold your hand

let me help you

let me inside your walls

let me love you
Christopher Mata
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Christopher Mata  Texas
(Texas)   
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