it's a mick x max x reader, where you can decide yourself who is the one talking about wanting to be with you.
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I SAW YOU WALK into the room, wearing the prettiest dress, I've ever seen. I flew over your body, like it was made for you and hugged you in just the right places to enhance every on elf your curves and make you look like an angel, that just stepped out of Heaven. It was in that moment, you stole my heart and never gave it back, and I didn't want it back either. I felt like you were the perfect person to hold my heart in your hands until forever.
When I saw you that first time, I was broken. I was scraping the bottom, and I didn't think I was ever going to get back to the top again. My heart was empty and longing for someone to love and cherish. You fixed that brokenness. You cleaned my wounds and bandaged them up. You healed my scars without even touching them, your loving gaze was enough.
It was then, I knew, that you belonged with me. That you were all I needed and wanted, and would ever need and want. And I knew that from the very first moment I saw you turn your head my way.
I heard you sing your song to him. The song that made you shine like a thousands stars in the dark night sky. It was like the room became illuminated, when you spread your lips apart, opened your mouth and started singing with a voice so angelic, it could wake any dead from the grave.
And in my head, I imagined you sing that song to me, and only me. I forgot all about him. I heard you sing directly to me. I wanted you to have written the lines for me to hear and not him. I wanted you to sing them to me like it was a private show, so that I would be the only one who'd hear your voice, as everyone else just seemed to take the smooth notes for granted.
Then the lights came back on, and I realised that you hadn't even noticed me the slightest. I was just another person in the mass of audience, that was all applauding you to their hearts' contents. It was then, I wished I could turn back time, and have you sing your story again, so that I could go back to imagining about you telling only me your story. And that said story was in reality about me. That the love in your story was me and not him, but God all I wanted was to be in his position.
I wanted to be the one walking you home at night. The one you cuddled up against on the couch in the cold winter months. The one you'd kiss goodnight, when it was time to turn off for the day and let sleep take over. The one you loved. I wanted to be the one.
The second I saw him wrap his arm around your waist, I knew you were his, but I also knew, that he probably didn't deserve. Because who could ever deserve an angel like you. No one could, that was the only truth, not even me, but I'd try my best to be good enough for you. If you were mine, I'd never let anyone hurt. I'd never let anyone make tears stream down your face. I'd be the one wiping those tears that escaped your captivating eyes away, and be the one to kiss those plump pinky lips.
All I've been thinking about lately is you in my arms, and I don't think I can let the thoughts go anytime soon. You're all that occupies my mind. Day in. Day out. From I wake up in the morning 'till I go to sleep at night, you're the one I'm constantly daydreaming about. I fall asleep to your voice in my ears, and when the sleep finally takes over my body, I find myself dreaming about you again. You follow me every step of the way, every second of the day, every day of the year.
