[You Got My Soul]

P R O L O G U E

It's true there's no perfect person--
At least, not in the grand scheme of things. But can someone be perfect, maybe, to an individual?

I find it hard to believe one can't seeing that he makes my heart bleed a special pain every night I can't hold him; my mind wraps around his words like a gift and I listen like he's preaching a sermon.

All he does is talk about how he would treat the right girl. The right girl. He's never looked in my direction while on the subject. He talks about her as if she's a figure that will appear in the night.

Knowing he thinks I'm smart and very beautiful, why am I scared? Because I know him like the back of my hand. He doesn't see me that way-- he doesn't dream of me the way I dream of him.

He sees me as vault, to hide his darkest secrets and wildest dreams. Not flesh to the figure he's been creating for years.

He doesn't think of me in that way.

But Bryson, you got my soul.

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