"the way you taste."
a story from the point of view of an imaginary friend.
i'm in love with the way you taste.
i can't believe i'm finally back.
i haven't visited you in years. i'm excited to catch up with you.
i'm in love with the way you taste.
you didn't see me. it was dark outside, so i don't blame you. but i saw you. i saw you take your clothes off, and i saw your beauty. you've really grown.
i can't wait to reveal myself. you're gonna be so excited.
i'm in love with the way you taste.
i was in your room. you still snore. it's still very soft, and it comes and goes. it reminds me of before. i missed it. it helps me sleep.
you were smiling. i think you were dreaming about me.
i'm in love with the way you taste.
you didn't even notice. i was right there. but you walked right past the bathroom like you didn't see me standing right there.
can you not see me anymore?
i'm in love with the way you taste.
i have never met someone who leaves the door open when they shower, did you know that?
i'm not complaining. it was nice to be able to hear you sing while i was in your bedroom. it's been a long time since i heard your beautiful voice. you sound much more grown up now.
i'm in love with the way you taste.
have you ever wondered why i start my letters like that? if you wanna know, you can always ask me.
i'll be here.
i'm in love with the way you taste.
you didn't ask me. but i want to be nice, so i'll tell you something. it's dangerous to leave your body uncovered when you sleep.
i'm surprised you never questioned why for the past few days you felt so wet in the mornings. don't you remember the feeling? doesn't it remind you of before?
i'm in love with the way you taste.
i can hear you on the phone with your friend. why are you acting like you don't know me? you can tell your friend about me, i don't mind.
i'm running out of paper. could you leave some on your bed for me?
i'm in love with the way you taste.
i saw you trying to look for me before you left for work. i liked when you looked under the bed. of course i'm not there, silly. i've never liked being under your bed. don't you remember? you're so funny sometimes.
...you do know where i am, right?
i'm in love with the way you taste.
you took my advice. i'm glad you're trying to keep yourself safe, but it's really difficult for me to do my nightly routine when you tuck your covers in so tight.
it's okay. i get it. we haven't done this in a long time.
i'm in love with the way you taste.
i found the note you left for me taped to the door of the other one's room. "funny prank, Alison, but it's not cool to use my imaginary friend story against me. you know that was forever ago. also, pay the fucking eletric bill!!" my name isn't Alison, and i can assure you i'm not playing a prank on you. who is Alison? what do you mean, 'imaginary friend'? and why did you complain to me about the electric bill?
i'm starting to feel like you don't remember me. i was only gone for a few years. why don't you remember?
i'm in love with the way you taste.
i noticed the boxes in your room, and that half of your belongings were placed inside of them. what does that mean? is this some kind of game to keep me entertained while you're at work?
are you leaving me?
i'm in love with the way you taste.
i want you to see me.
i miss the days when you'd see me.
i'm in love with the way you taste.
i guess this is goodbye. again, and for good this time.
i really miss the little you. you used to talk to me, do you remember that? we didn't use letters. you didn't judge me. and you enjoyed when i visited. i'd wake you up, and you'd giggle and greet me. i wish you were still like that. you used to like the way i looked. you never said i looked scary. you liked me. you liked my grey color, my strange eyes, my many sharp teeth, my long tongue, my raspy and quiet voice. but not anymore.
it made me sad when you started seeing me less. it was when you became a teenager. you started to bring boys over from school, and i would come to you and i'd see a boy curled up in bed with you. do you know how mad that made me? i couldn’t take it. it had been years since we'd done our nightly routine. so i left, and found a new kid that didn't have friends. but she died. i think she killed herself during a period where i was gone. she was only a kid. it was very sad. but then i remembered you, and then... i came back for you.
you're all grown up now. you're 18. it's so good to see that you were okay even though i was gone. i worried about you a lot.
i'm sorry for revealing myself. i didn't mean to drive you away. i should have known that you'd forget about me by now. i know you love this apartment, i know you love Alison, i know you were excited to finally move away from home. but i ruined it. and you're moving again.
i want to come with you. but i won't. there are other kids out there that need a friend like me. i should have left you a long time ago. all i ask is that you find someone who makes you happy.
goodbye.
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