with the strings of my heart,
The one that tugged at the thought
And leaving me with so much more
than the usual butterflies & smiles.
Those arms that protected me,
even from myself,
Had me believing in belonging
Gliding across the floor,
Knowing you’ll find me no matter how far
That strength with which you encompassed me,
Letting me be, simply me.
Just us two watching even as people
Those page-less tales you told,
The ones that traded even the darkest thoughts for one genuinely smaller.
We’ve always been so close but so far apart.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.