A book I read a long time ago

A book I read a long time ago

I woke up this morning

and I realized it's been a few days

since I thought about you

The story we wrote with our hearts

was never inked in red

Are you for real or

are you just a book I read a long time ago?

And you know all the fights we had

and all those insecurities

I wish I could tell you all my secrets

I wish I could digest all your twisted fantasies

I remember when you took me to the lake at midnight,

clicked a picture with your head on my shoulder on our way out

Said you wanted to remember that night forever

I remember when we shrieked in fear

of snakes and ghosts in the dark

I remember when you held my hand

and said you hoped we never changed

The games we played to keep it going

were all won by you

Are you for real or

are you just a book I read a long time ago?

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