I've known you a long time,
longer than most of my other freinds.
Not the longest, but close.
But you are more meaningful to me
more than any words
can really describe.
I wasn't looking for you,
when I first met you.
But you became more over time.
It was our conversations,
it was our secrets,
it was what we wrote about.
But somewhere along the way,
ever so long ago,
I became fond of you,
more than you could think of me.
I trusted you with my secrets,
the real me,
that no-one else knew.
And you accepted me
and stayed,
when no-one else would.
I never have been able
to do this with anyone else.
I have tested the waters with others,
but I'm too dark for them.
My sarcasm drowns them.
My humor isn't accepted.
I gave you my secrets,
and trust,
and in doing so,
you became part of my world.
Your acceptence allowed me
to freely open up.
And in doing so,
I gave more of myself,
my innerself to you.
My thoughts,
skeletons,
secrets,
and passions
were only yours.
I gave myself away,
so long ago,
that's why these feelings
will never die.