Beautiful, so beautiful.
I’m deplorable for thinking so.
I don’t want you to be beautiful in my mind anymore.
I want you to be the ugly creature you should be.
Still, you’re this floating angel on a purely white cloud, summoning me into oblivion.
I wish I could follow you there.
I wish that you were here by my side, sending shivers up and down my spine.
Not hers.
You broke me down in such a beautiful way.
How can I think you are anything but beautiful?
You’re magnificent.
A wonder in every eye.
A masterpiece glorified by a lost soul.
A lost soul that now finds beauty despicable.