This is the story of a boy
and a girl....
Freshman math class, sideways glances, innocent smiles behind full brown eyes.
A gorgeous man beneath all that he thought he'd be.
A gorgeous woman beneath all she didn't want to be.
It didn't end the way they had hoped--
it never does.
Too much time apart, living lives so separate, different, but commonly painful,
smooth skin lost beneath scars with battered hearts on sleeves.
A likely reunion, now shed of their teenaged awkward bodies--easier to taste and feel and
bite and bruise....
I stood before you naked, all my scars shining by the light of your hallway,
And I saw the rawness and comfortable familiarity reflected in your eyes.
You stood before me, in the shadows of your darkened room,
With outstretched arms, calling me home.
I let you touch me--the insides of my wrists--
And I looked past your bloodshot eyes
And your uneven breathing
And your slurred speech
I was desperate to connect the dots
and the broken ties
and fill the emptiness
in us both.
And I loved you,
Like I did then,
You won't admit to me
That you are different, that there's a problem.
You hold onto that image of you, of me,
before we were both run over and pushed away and torn apart.
For that, you will always be mine.