it felt so **** blasphemous;
the way she stared up at the sky,
the lights reflected back at us through her eyes,
was more beautiful than all creation
could've pretended,
and it's just our first date;
what elation.
a pantheon of spite couldn't hide her light inside,
no matter what they did;
beat her down,
broke her legs,
she'd crawl a mile just to get you fresh eggs;
and throughout all of it,
but a smile she would wear,
pulled up to her cheeks,
bathed in soft tufts of golden hair.
and to the gods above:
whichever may have been responsible
to allow me the intangible pleasure
of helping her casually tumble,
through life the same way
as her smile,
never fades,
or the light she carries,
and refuses to let others bury,
seems to sparkle against the everlasting glades,
on which my heart stays afloat,
i didn't even have to pray.
not really anyway, except for that one time between 22 and 35.
she holds my hand,
walking ahead,
keeps me grounded
on earth instead,
keeping my ideals out of the sky,
please, gods let me keep her,
you know why;
looking upon her every day,
and knowing her in every way,
you lot are so lucky,
because instead,
i only see her in glimpses;
the way rose petals falling mock her hip-swing,
the way her smile makes my delicate bones weak,
the way she's leading me
to heaven;
one that you lot can't lock away,
one i surely hope to keep.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 11:50 AM UTC
it felt so **** blasphemous;
the way she stared up at the sky,
the lights reflected back at us through her eyes,
was more beautiful than all creation
could've pretended,
and it's just our first date;
what elation.
a pantheon of spite couldn't hide her light inside,
no matter what they did;
beat her down,
broke her legs,
she'd crawl a mile just to get you fresh eggs;
and throughout all of it,
but a smile she would wear,
pulled up to her cheeks,
bathed in soft tufts of golden hair.
and to the gods above:
whichever may have been responsible
to allow me the intangible pleasure
of helping her casually tumble,
through life the same way
as her smile,
never fades,
or the light she carries,
and refuses to let others bury,
seems to sparkle against the everlasting glades,
on which my heart stays afloat,
i didn't even have to pray.
not really anyway, except for that one time between 22 and 35.
she holds my hand,
walking ahead,
keeps me grounded
on earth instead,
keeping my ideals out of the sky,
please, gods let me keep her,
you know why;
looking upon her every day,
and knowing her in every way,
you lot are so lucky,
because instead,
i only see her in glimpses;
the way rose petals falling mock her hip-swing,
the way her smile makes my delicate bones weak,
the way she's leading me
to heaven;
one that you lot can't lock away,
one i surely hope to keep.
a fairy tale from who knows where
