Sixteen - The Third Letter
I walk down the street to a certain beat, I walk down the street attempting to mimic the beat of your heart, which is something I wish was more familiar to me. Due to my lack of warmth recently, I pictured my life without you. I saw it as darkness, night without the moon and the stars and streetlamps flickering wildly above slabs of concrete planted long ago. Keep me warm, light my nights. Sometimes I watch you from a distance like an animal hunting its prey. I study you from afar and come to terms with who you are when nobody is watching, I then stagger back in horror as I realise I am in love with each and every layer of your being. Six days ago I found myself drowning in a sea of people. Men were swarming to the bar for one final pint as they called last orders, one last swig of the devils drink to tide them over so they could cope with their average lives and go home to their tedious families, and I still found my eyes searching for you, hoping you would be there. The radio blares songs they say are about love and I can’t help but feel amused, laughing at the very idea that those pathetic lyrics that people fall head over heels about could ever come close to giving justice to how I feel about you. Your whole spirit and body is a silent song that only I can hear, the greatest love song ever written. I’ve found myself terrified as you’ve began to reflect in everything I do, colouring my life in shades I had never seen until now. I have become a canvas and you hold the brush, and fuck, I love it when you paint.
