Michael Clifford Imagines

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Michael imagine

By: michaelcliffordcanyounot

I am not a man. In the course of my time I have captured the hearts of many women, but I have only given my heart to one. I then watched her self destruct and never told her how much I loved her.

You were weak; and I wanted nothing more than to fix you. You were my best friend. This story is the oldest one on the book: a little boy falls in love with his best friend. I loved you, but of course, I never let you know.

I remember when I found you on my doorstep your eyes brimming with tears because you wanted to be thinner. Do you not know how wonderful those curves felt against me as we hugged? You were flawless. You needed to know that more than anyone. I wanted to show you how beautiful you were, but you never let me.

You told me you were disgusting. You told me you would never be one of those girls. I never wanted you to be.

Just remembering you hurts like hell. I knew about the cuts. You think I never saw them? I knew every inch of your body like a map.

I gave you a friendship bracelet because I thought that seeing it would make you think of me, making you not cut. I guess not. I heard your boyfriend help you stop. I heard he helped you feel beautiful. You did not need him to make you feel beautiful. You were perfection on your own.

When your boyfriend told me you killed yourself, I fell to the floor. The guys had to carry me out of the airport. Why? Why would you do this? Did I not make you feel beautiful? Just why?

I never went to the funeral. How could I watch God take you away from me? The lads told me your mom cried the hardest. She loved you. Did you know that? I see the sadness in her eyes still today. She misses you. I know she was hard on you, maybe she loved you too much.

I come outside a lot see you. I find you in the stars. Beautiful. You shine the brightest. You always did. I never understand why you killed yourself. I never understood why you saw yourself the way you did.

I guess the whole point of this was just to tell you when you killed yourself you killed a part of me too.