I notice
You think I don’t
But I do
There are scars along your arms
Signs of your suffering
Bandaids that were no accident
There are ghosts behind your eyes
Seeking their release through your tears
There are terrors that you hide
I notice
You think I don’t
But I do
I hope someday
You’ll realize I’m here beside you
Your beauty is unlike any other
Your smile and laugh are like a fire on the coldest day of winter
Your cold hands when they touch mine bring me warmth
Your sparkling eyes are my guiding light
You’re my best friend
You’re always there for me
You support me constantly
And understand
In ways no one else could
We met in 8th grade
Introduced by a mutual friend
Whom we now both despise
Beautifully complex
Yet seemingly simple
It flows from fingers and mouths
It flows from metal and wood
It floats on the breeze
Swaying the leaves in the trees
A bow on a string
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