on that day in seventh grade i saw you.
how our math teacher pronounced your name, turning your last name into three syllables instead of just two.
how your name so smoothly
struck a chord inside of me.
it’s almost if you are a greek myth, obscure and eternally declaring what only the divine understand.
you are icarus, blazing into the sun without knowing for the sake of being an egomaniac.
you are apollo, forever bright and belonging to the heavens, only coming down to the earth to mess with a poor nymph’s heart.
you are orpheus, willing to do what it takes to get what you want and charming people with your slick, smooth words.
you are aphrodite, your beauty is unmatched to those foolish mortals.
you are the muse of my mornings and one of the immortals.
you do not belong here.