18.01.15

I love 

The way

You greet me

Like

I am some beautiful, talented creature

The way 

You call me an angel headed hipster

With no hint of irony, or sarcasm

The way 

You take me hand

The way

You’re as bright and open

As

I am dark

And obscure 

The way 

You walk with me

As if 

It was a rare honour 

The way 

You’re a little melancholy

As I walk a way