A World of Fiction

I’d like to be your everything, be everything you need. I want to be the one you reach for when you’re crying in your sleep, the name you call when you don’t think anyone can hear. I want to be the one who catches you when you trip and the one who carries you when you can’t go on anymore. I want to love you the way you deserve to be loved, the way you’re supposed to be loved. I want to make you forget everything bad that ever happened to you. I want to kiss the cuts and scars away. I want to be the reason you don’t need that razorblade anymore. I want to be your mad tea party, your ruby slippers, your blackbird. I want you to believe again. I want to be the one you let in, finally. I want to dry your tears and hold you through them when they won’t dry. I want you to be the one who helps you let go of the past. I want to be the one who keeps the memories in check, who takes care of you when they get out of control. I want to be what you’re searching for. I want to be the prayer that you don’t pray. I want to be your Dreamworld come true. I want to be your everything.

But it’s all empty words that I’m typing to myself.