To the boy
To the boy with ginger hair and green eyes, to the boy with a fighter's spirit, to the boy with hope in his back pocket. I miss you, late at night, when I'm alone in my bed. When the demons in my brain start lurking I can't help but wish I was there with you, because you keep the demons away. I miss you, like crazy. I want you happy and healthy. I wish we were official but I'll take what I can get. I'm singular in my attraction, and won't pursue anyone else until you tell me that pursuing you is pointless and a dead end. I hope you're sleeping well, I hope your dreams are gentle and your sleep is refreshing. May the gods and saints watch over you.












