《 Blue 》

《 Eight 》

' 'Be good to me I whisper' '

All my thoughts consist of her, her, her. The way she looks, the way she sounds, the way her skin felt against mine, just her. I needed to have her, keep her, protect her. She was sheer perfection, she must've been blessed by Aphrodite herself, favored by the goddess of beauty and love. She had taken to calling me "Blue" a playful comment on my eyes and hair, the gesture was sickeningly sweet and made my heart pound, she thought of me affectionately enough to give me nicknames. I'd get to see her again in a few days, she claimed that we were making progress, I was sure she was lying, I didn't know what we could be making progress in doing, but if it meant I could keep seeing her, then we were.
I wondered what she'd ask this time, usually it was my childhood, or the ghosts in Addison apartments. I'd answer anything she asked me to, her voice was like honey, like the warmth of a summers day.
I liked to imagine what it'd be like if we had met under different circumstances, if I wasn't a caged animal. Her pulling me outside so we could dance in the rain together, her h/c hair sticking to her forehead, dopey smiles on both our faces as we laughed at the uncoordinated rhythm we found ourselves in.
Waking up in the morning to find her in the kitchen making breakfast, I'd wrap my arms around her waist and she'd giggle and put her hands on mine.
Baking together at ungodly hours and spiraling into flour fights and laughing fits.
It was something out of a movie.
Maybe one day. Maybe in another life.

'' and you say what and I say, nothing dear ' '