#one-track-mind

one track mind by rbbsbb

“You have a lot of friends, huh?”

Harry nods again. “A few.” The muscles of his bicep flex under Louis’ touch, and the alpha looks a bit drunk from the feeling, his eyes blinking slower and lips quirking at the corners. He’s leaning in, his alpha scent surrounding Louis from all sides.

It lately overcame me,

a feeling of being a lot smaller,

than I used to feel beside you.

When the day was done and

night fell over the heatherfields,

I used to think of you - as my closest soul on earth.

Now you still dominate my dreams,

but you seem to have grown,

into the distance, far, far over me.

We were like carterpillars,

small and soft and never full,

but you turned into a butterfly, I into a moth.

I sometimes ponder,

are you really the person I knew,

or have we woken from different dreams?

You dance with the birds,

hunt your own kind,

I feel like scum, who has betrayed whom?

Why is it butterflies that children draw,

they are false and wrong.

Or are they just to me?

Tell me one thing.

Have you just grown out of childhood memories,

or have I shrinked to be the shadow of reminiscence?