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In The Middle With Pressure.

I would read to you and play guitar, give you everything you ever needed. I’d stay off drugs and hold you close, whenever you needed comforting. I’d make you breakfast and drive you to work, make you laugh with a stupid joke at least once a day. I’d fall asleep quietly with you and with a smile on my face, matching the smile I’d left on yours. I’d be able to kill my old demons and replace yours with a new life of waking up next to me in gold sunlight, here and there speckled with kisses that mean the world to you. I’d draw pictures of you and buy you cigarettes, take you out just to show you off to everyone. I’d make a one eighty turnabout, but only for you. If I had you, if I could just see your smile just once.

But I’m too far away, too afraid to meet you.
To be honest, the concept of love scares me, because for too long I have only known fake forms of it.

This isn’t how it ought to be, you’re falling away from me. It’s not right. You make such beautiful words.