Please pick up your guitar and play me your heart.

I wanted so badly to know you. To sit in your arms and bite your earlobe while you whispered all the beautiful things about the world into my ears. I wanted to take you in and understand your darkness, your pain. But I was awkward and you were a mystery so I sat on the other side of the room in silence thinking that if your love was a song, it would be my remedy. 

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