(Source: ja9kriz)
I wanted to know you. I wanted to be your friend. A close one. Or even the best. But that problem seems to bob its head out of the dark once again, you don’t know I exist.
I’ve tried sending messages but already knew you wouldn’t reply. I’ve tried liking and commenting on your posts but already knew you would treat it with mediocrity. I even tried greeting you on the most special day of your life. It’s special to me too because that’s the day the Lord made you for me. But I already knew you would thank me as if I was just a kind stranger. But I was. I am. To you.
But who am I to say that He created you for me? How selfish am I to say that. I am not worthy to look into those eyes. I am not worthy to hold those hands. I am not worthy to be in your arms. And worst of all, I am definitely not worthy of holding your heart.
But in my dreams, I am.
Tall trees
Swaying
Murmuring
They say
They’re listening
But I’m sure they
Only hear the wind
Up there; the aural shadows
