Did it not hurt you,
when we were severed apart?
Maybe, just maybe, the word is true,
that you never wanted us to start.

I can feel us,
our friendship, gradually disintegrating,
into ashes and thin strips of rust,
until the denouement of deterioration.

You are now, sheerly, an unrequited montage,
as I accidentally utter your name.
An elusive and blurry mirage,
is all you shall remain.

But, I'll enjoy the ride,
while it lasts,
the conversations that have dried,
and memories of stained glass.

1.** I have loved you since November, I've tried to stop, I can't.
2. I have never met a person like you, a person that can make me feel in slow motion. A person that can embody art, you are like watercolor sunsets and the smell of daisies.
3. I can't help but blush and smile and act like a bubbly schoolgirl on a Friday.
I can't help but get lost in your clothes, your hair, your laugh, your smile, your smell.
I know, I know it's mad, but I've found that I just get lost in you.
4. I remember when we were talking about you and your life and you asked me about mine. I really wanted to hold your hand, I didn't. I remember when we talked about aesthetics in class and I thought of you, because I find you so lovely. I remember talking about space and feelings and how you felt like an alien; I said I felt the same.
5. I remember seeing you and being immediately captivated, I remember sharing feelings and feeling so understood. I will always remember the comfort I feel when I'm around you. I may be alien, I may be foreign, I may be unidentified, but I have the universe to come home to. I have you to romanticize and use fancy words with, I remember when you said I was out of this world, the illest. I corrected you with, "If I am, then so are you, we're etherealists."

I wish I could voluntarily turn off my senses.
So I won’t be able to feel pain,
to taste the bitterness,
to smell the foul rumors,
to hear the unwanted opinions,
And to see the one I love
with someone else.