SOMETHING

i see Your beautiful words and i've read them slowly, and i've read them quickly. 

i even read them out loud when i thought no one was listening. 

And i think i know You;

And i think You know.

i'm scared of You though. 

i'm scared of everything about You. The roaring sincerity in Your eyes when You talk to me. But mostly i'm scared that You are tangible and that is something i'm going to have to deal with. And although i don't want this to be a dream, i wish so badly this was a dream. i'm frightened of how You analyze every movement i make, every twitch of my eye or slight flair of a nostril. 

And You think You know me;

And You think i know.

And i wonder how my skin feels under your callused bony hands that hold me so tightly in the cold, in the dark. And i don't mind that 

neither of Us have 

words. 

i don't know. and i've never known. and You'll never know.