book club // michael clifford

letter 10.

dear boy who seems to give a damn,

you hear them too?

i thought i was the only one,

but,

why are you cursed with the voices?

you've done nothing wrong,

unlike me.

you're not troubled,

or crazy,

or a disgrace.

a-are you?

maybe we're more alike than i thought.

and, 

i wouldn't say i'm hidden,

i just have my walls built up high,

that way no one can hurt me anymore,

but you,

you seem to have broke my walls.

you have somehow got in,

and that scares me.

that someone i've not even spoken to face to face,

can have such a deep effect on me.

i'm still trying to figure out if that's a good thing or not.

you've seemed to already work me out,

solved my puzzles i can't even solve,

so let me try to work you out.

let me put it to you this way,

i wear oversized baggy jumpers,

the same reason,

you wear so many bracelets.

to hide them.

deal.

i'd like to make that deal with you by the way,

but before we get this started i think i'm ready for you to know my name.

but,

i'm not going to tell you just like that,

i mean where's the fun in that?

so here's a clue,

under my sleeves,

you'll see,

my name written in ink,

but there are no words,

just me.

sincerely 

flower girl 

(woops two clues)

                                 x

p.s

i wish you would have.

came and held me that is,

i haven't been held in a long time.

besides they say,

'when  the right person holds you tight enough, all your broken pieces get stuck back together'

are you that person?