when I first saw you it was hard to look you in the eye,
for fear of what I might see there,
or feel here.
and it was up on that hill that you confessed to me.
I was fetal, eyes wet, and sobbing like a fool,
you fell over next to me and blurted it out.
the words people all want to hear:
three little words that hold the weight of fear.
and I didn't know what to say,
but it made me feel real.
like I wasn't walking around held up by shadows.
but rather, flesh and blood and starry eyed.
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