your dark, messy unkempt hair. your black eyes that curve into crescent moons and are guarded behind glass. your endearing laugh, your unusual talents and fearlessness.
but perhaps if i peeled back the layers of secrecy and humour, your front, i'd find a vulnerable you, a lost and afraid little child. maybe that's why i'll only fall for the idea of you, and not you.
maybe i'm only in love with the train rides and inside jokes and candid moments unseen by you but ingrained forever in my mind. those little quirks that are so you yet, not.
and if you ever knew this, you'd combust into a million pieces. you'd fall into the deep abyss of uncertainty, curiosity and the world around you would get even more crazy.
but i can't seem to let you go, you're a burning field i'd want to lie in still. right now, you're the adrenaline in my body. it's like you're pulling me into the depths yet pulling me out and i don't know who is stronger.
I'M SORRY I DON'T LOVE THE REAL YOU I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY