How do you do that? You write
like I think. Every idea I've never had flows from your fingertips
. I've cried by your words, and I laugh
when you make something so trivial seem so important. It's almost like you're real.
I wish I knew you. I wish I had the chance to know you. Would you feel in person like you feel across the comforting ether
? You're a treasure in a locked chest. You're an angry rose
, piercing me for wanting to touch you. I'll bet you're not who you say you are
. I'll bet you're not who you think you are
I want to know the things you won't even tell yourself. Can you trust a stranger
with all those secrets? You're the kind of stranger I would trust. I know that already. Talk to me. Smile at me. Yell at me, I don't care. I may be pretentious
and I may be wrong, I just wish you were real.