How can you taunt me
For how I feel,
when he was the only one there
the only one that actualy cared
And now you're back,
It's no change,
All remains the same
his love still last for me,
In my own made up world
He still watches over me in my nightmares,
about the tower, demons, monsters other childish affairs.
but I am a child.
But still mature
I'm like that Britney Spears song,
All I do need is time,
a moment that is mine
I will never be a girl,
nor a woman,
just a thing in between.
He doesn't think I notice his warm, icy glare,
when I'm sobbing to my own,
I realise he's there.
I play by the script,
giving him the pieces to the puzzle that he has to fit,
never too much though,
or else life wouldn't be a mystery now, would it?
I still remember, the warm hugs I would receive,
whilst I sobbed about why it wasn't me but you that had to leave.
He used to comfort me,
cradling me in his cold arms,
but that was the warmest I ever felt in my life.
The summer that you were gone,
the longest,
sometimes most unbearable days of my life,
turned out to be the best filled with laughter and strife.
You think it is just a petty school-girl crush,
but you never felt what he gave me, an adrenaline rush.
He made me feel real,
the thing I above all wasn't,
I no longer had to resort to a silver blade in order to deal.
We would recite poetry to each other,
watch passions together, whilst indulging ourselves in ice cream
then again,
that one night wasn't all what It seemed,
you had to come back.
It wasn't just some fairy tale that I dreamed of, to block that night out,
it happened,
I'm telling you, it happened.
When he gets back he'll tell you
that it was the best summer of our lives