fa adonis

 

It’s true then how your youthful beauty, the freshness, the slight ache I feel inside when you look my way.  It isn’t right, you know.  And maybe I’d only write this one for you, that I could somehow preserve this person you call you in the words I write, in the mind I am sealed in, and in thoughts I cannot stop from flowing.  Day ages and I wait patiently once, only once, for you to come with your star-studded smile, your skin slightly drilled with imperfection, and yet your eyes so full of youth.

Ten months isn’t so far apart after all, but I don’t take time into consideration when I see you.  When I do, seconds seem to stop as I feel my throat choking.  That maybe you know I exist.  And that is enough.

You and I are absolute others.  But for some reason, Adonis, I feel like I’m part of this beauty you call you, aesthetically pleasurable.  And you don’t even know it.  Not one bit.

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