If only we could fly.

Me And You

Me and you.
Both ice in a desert.
You with your body of heaven, and me with mine of hell.
Your's a temple that I could only ever dream of gaining access to.
Me and you.
Both solitary creatures trying to find someone to grasp on to.
You sat down next to me on that night, strong and confident.
On your way out, your knee brushed mine and I swear, electricity coursed through my body and shattered my goddamn heart.
Me and you.
Both passionate fires of hatred and love.
For months on end, you confused me; it seemed like you would never settle for anything, your mind too much of a cave.
I don't think you have ever realised how much it hurt for my heart to be constantly torn out only to be sewn back into place again.
Me and you.
Both unsure and nervous.
I'm sure you weren't thinking straight that night, it didn't seem right.
"I love you", didn't seem like your kind of phrase and yet it rolled off your tongue and wrapped itself around my neck, squeezing slowly and gently.
Me and you.
Both nothing but each other.
The months all rolled into one and the only good parts I can remember were you lacing your hand with mine.
It was dangerous, goddamnit, I know it was dangerous.
Me and you.
Both fucking disasters, hoping against hope that that could have changed.
You pushed me as far away as possible but I still clung on because I needed you, god knows I need you.
And then you left, after everything, you left me, not even slightly whole.
Me and you.
Both alone and scared.
I'm still holding on, I don't know anything other than loving you.
I used my wish on a star on you last night, even though you told me that the stars are already dead.
Dead like us, I suppose.