book club // michael clifford

letter 07.

dear the girl behind the books,

sorry about that,

i didn't realise you saw me staring..

but how can i not stare?

and honestly,

it's fine,

i totally understand,

why you don't want me to know your name yet.

but,

what are you running away from?

i can see it in yours eyes,

the words written in these letters,

and even in the way you walk,

that you're looking for an escape.

can i help?

fuck,

no i need to help you.

i may not know that much about you,

but with what i do know,

i can tell that there is so much more,

that you're keeping hidden.

every letter you somehow,

put yourself down.

why?

you are not a disappointment,

you are a work of art.

where behind the coloured canvas,

there's a story,

waiting to be told.

so tell me,

please,

let me in.

my secret,

is you,

you're my perfect little secret.

and no,

i do not keep you as a secret,

because i'm ashamed.

but because, 

i want to keep you all to myself.

sincerely,

                  boy who wants to protect you from you.

                                                   x

p.s

darling,

now you've heard my secret,

may i hear yours?