Tonight, if I called your ten-digit number,

Would you be there to console the tears,

Just as you had on a night which seems so long ago?

If I found you again,

Wrapped my arms around your slim frame and buried my head as far into your shoulder as is possible and more,

Would you hold me as if I had never been held?

Which, might I add, you have been the only one to do.

If my lip quivered with the onset of tears which seep through my fractures,

And my heart shattered, cutting my and your skin alike,

Would you help me pick up the pieces of a broken soul?

If I looked at the stars as saline built up on my lashes,

And saw nothing but you in the image of Orion,

Would you forgive me for being nothing but a ridiculous girl who chases spacial bodies which she can never reach?

If those stars fell to the earth,

And I could wish on any of the ones which scorched my fingertips,

Would you be happy to see me for every day starting tomorrow?

If I dreamt about being held by you so tightly that you could feel my heart thrumming alongside yours,

And just being with you, like that, forever,

Would you swipe away the thoughts and break away?

If I soaked your shirt with a million apologies muttered through sad lips,

Leaving my heart with you,

Would you take care of it?

If I asked forever,

And it meant to hold and to be held,

To remember and be remembered,

To love,

And be loved,

Would you let go of a poor girl's cold hand?

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Written and published on November 11th.

The second half of this was bullshit. The friend ditched me because he thought I depended on him and that I needed to make friends. I haven't spoken to him since February. :)