my love is fine
like a powdered diamond
it gets blown in the wind
and it's unrecoverable.

together, its beautiful
but without form, it's
without worth

The hell I go through
in my soul, my heart, and my eyes
every time I see you,
makes me feel heavenly.

I don't know why I'm like this,
but surely something somewhere happened
to make me like you,
and to breath you, and to want you, and to live you

In other words, I like you
maybe via infatuation or by a mistake,
but whatever caused it, I would rather be with
You.

I've had enough of ***,
not because I don't find you attractive,
but because I desire your soul over your pole.

I don't yearn for your body anymore,
for i'd rather get lost in the green of your eyes,
or feel your brunette bed hair on my fingertips.

i'd prefer to lay beside you,
me reading plato's republic,
and you, attempting to read along.

So please, do not take this offensively,
this is the most loving thing i've said to anyone
because you're mine and i'm yours
I've had enough of ***.

Just him and me
in that classroom,
Everyone has disappeared ; i feel no one else here but him
but he sees everyone.
I'm not a third wheel
or even a fourth or fifth,
but I am the dirt on the ground that they ride over.