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

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.

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 ***.