I wish you understood the way i loved you. The way i beg for your eyes to peirce my soul. They way you told me things that you never told anyone else. I believed you, you know? You said you never told anyone the things you told me. Maybe you did. maybe you didn't? All I know is that i believed and hung to every single word you spoke. People like us? We don't belong together. We don't do well in different societies. You have made a huge commitment to yourself, you made sure you was upper class. I dwell at the bottom of the barrell. I can bring myself up in no time. I will always be lower class though. You will always refill your glass of wine from a bottle, mine will be a box. You will always indulge yourself in pretty things you can buy. I hold dear to handmade items. But your heart, god i hold dear to it. I love it and protect it with every single fiber holding my heart in place. I never want to see your facade shatter. i will give you peices of me just so you can hold yourself together. And my god how you wear it looks magnificent. How you hold yourself? It's a blessing. I've seen your low, and even your low is a truthfulness and rawness i wish to hold as well. I've cried many tears for your touch. Many tears for your lips to caress mine as they did once before. Many nights stricken with greif at the thought of you being alone. Beside yourself. Hiding. Only allowing your walls to fall when you say so. Only allowing certain people in. Only allowing me to know what your weakness is. And trusting me with what could break you. My, how i love you.