The Leather Jacket

He could be miles away, but believe me, he hears you. He has to...You love him not only when you see the real world, you love him even in your sleep, you're dreaming of him when you're awake. You're longing for the smell of his jacket, that leather jacket he used to wear all the time, you know the smell of it! Because, he held you many times...with that jacket on him. No, don't wake me up! -Raindrops and "I'm With You" by Avril Lavigne- He really held me so many times, we kissed on a bridge, it was raining, very dark, just me, him, and his jacket. He took it off, I was soaking so he gave it to me. He was taller than me. His hair would touch my face with every single raindrop crashed to his head. I remember the length of his hair. I looked up, felt his breath, we kissed, between our lips we drank the raindrops for hours, fulfilling the thirstiness for each other. His beard would hurt me in the sweetest way, nobody's teeth could ever bite my lips any softer. He was so strong, I trusted him. Not me, he was the King...

He took me by the hand to all those new places...They're now the old places that I miss. I was so young, so small in his hands. In his hands I grew up; became a man, from his hands I fell down; became a whore. I've always missed him, still do. I am so strong now, strong enough to weaken myself when I see him. I'm still 17 when I see him, hear him, think of him, dream of him. I can't even be mad at him. It was so much more comforting in his arms. I want him to be in charge, take over me, rule my world, be my King again. I saw...He became so weak, too weak to take my hand. So I bought myself a leather jacket in the middle of Summer, waiting for the Fall, waiting for the rain to come, leaves to fall...preparing myself to hold him. Hello, this time, I'm the King, to never let go!