The Thoughts In His Head

We’re hiding in the dark.

Trying hard to survive this.

Waiting to see the light.

I can feel us breaking.

He’s close to the edge.

I’m constantly worrying about him.

Wondering what will break him.

Will it be the fans?

Will it  be the paparazzi?

Will it be the lying?

Will it be the hiding?

I despise having to hide.

I want to be free.

I want to love him.

But they say I can’t.

They say that it’s wrong.

They say it’ll ruin everything.

They make us hide instead.

Lying to our loved ones.

Lying to our loyal fans.

We give them hints daily.

The tattoo’s should be enough.

The compass guiding the ship.

The arrow through the heart.

The rope holding my anchor.

The “Oops” to my “HI”

The bird to my cage.

But apparently it’s not enough.

They still don’t see us.

Our shared stares on stage.

The wanted and needed touches.

The playful banter that disappeared.

Ones who believe gets blamed.

The tweets should be enough.

“I miss you too sweetcheeks.”

“I’ll meet you poolside pumpkin”

“And don’t forget my armbands”

“Always in my heart @Harry_Styles.”

“Yours sincerely Louis.” Not enough.

I wonder what it’ll take.

Trying hard to be ourselves.

It’s hard when we’re watched.

It’s hard following their orders.

Our dreams have faded.

The flashes have dulled them.

They’re still there but barely.’

He looks up at me.

Eyes are kept wide open.

“Please don’t let me go .”

“I’m tired of feeling alone.”

“I’m tired of sleeping alone.”

My arms are wide open.

I’ll hold him close tonight

We make promises for forever.

We remember the easy times.

When we loved not hid.

We laugh at old movies.

We slept closer than ever.

He sleeps while I think.

I’ll make us okay again.

The day will come soon.

Where we can love openly.

When we won’t hide away.

When they’ll finally realize.

We’ll always love each other.

No matter what they do.

But until that day comes.

I’ll bring him the stars.

I’ll watch him from afar.

Trying to make them understand.

Because I know we’re fireproof.

And I know we can survive.

Because he makes me strong.

And he’s all I need.

Author's Note

This is a poem about the ship Larry Stylinson from One Direction. Don't judge by who it's about please, just how it is written.