today, i want to do something that i have not done in a long time now.

i sit on the bench,
and i match a name
to a stranger's face,
draw a story
for the shadowed boy
that passes me by.

most days, i'm scared of who i would see if i looked in the mirror.

so he looked you in the eye, told you you were being ridiculous, that he wouldn't fall in love with a barely there girl with hopes in her eyes and dreams in her outstretched hands, when he already had.

the thing is, i don't mind waiting forever for someone that might not come back.

how many love stories do you know last forever?

i think you're the prettiest dream i've ever had, he whispers, with his chapped lips and messy hair, eyes that are lying with only shades of black, the apartment building lights flickering behind his head.

and there he was, with your heart in his jacket pocket, talking to you like he knew you just because he had your heart (; you're more than a lovestruck fool with dreams and ambitions and purple veined faults).

when you meet someone that is just racing cars and flashing lights and life life life that when you get close enough to see the tape and glue and pieces of glitter holding them together that you can't create a word for how utterly heartbreakingly gorgeous they are.

i've traveled to the ends of the earth, but still haven't found you.