I Wrote This For You

by pleasefindthis

And you asked why people always expected you to smile in photographs. And I told you it was because they hoped that in the future, there would be something to smile about.

Everything you do, you pay for. So if you’re going to kiss me, you’d best be prepared to bleed.

There are a million ways to bleed. But you are by far my favourite.

When I look up at night, all the constellations look like you.

You’ve made the air flammable. These walls are just paper. And blood is gasoline. You shouldn’t have come here, made of fireworks, if you didn’t want me to play with fire. I need a light.

But really, all we want, and I speak for the entire human race here, is contact. Someone to let us know that we aren’t alone. That the world isn’t a dream and you and I really are happening at the same time, even if it’s not in the same place. That this is real. You’re really there. I’m really here. We’re real. This is real.