You're Poison

seven ☪

He never knew how to craft words. He wasn't a brilliant person that could string words together and end up having a masterpiece that rolled off of your tongue. He wasn't an athlete who had feet as quick as a hiccup. He wasn't an artist who could pick up a paint brush and create something beautiful. He just wasn't. He was mundane. He didn't mind this, he was fine with just being  Steven.

Yet, whenever she even came across his mind, she made him want to be different. She made him want to create beautiful things and not be mundane. To be extraordinary and good-willing all at the same time, if that were possible.

She never looked nice, no. Nice wasn't a sufficient of enough term. She looked like art. And art wasn't supposed to look nice. Art was supposed to make you feel something, and she definitely made his heart patter a little faster whenever she neared him.

Or whenever he got close to the vicinity of thinking about her.

Just thinking about her now made his palms get clammy and his breath to quicken.

"what are you doing?" he texted her.

He got up from his sitting position, his back stiff from sitting in the same spot for so long.
His phone buzzed and his anxious eyes swept over his phone, he needed to see her.

"I'm at home, watching netflix lol. what's up?" She texted back.

His hands expertly typed back.

"I'm sitting in this subway station, and I'm seriously bored. do you want to hang out?"

He sent the message and watched as a elderly couple walked slowly to a bench to sit down. He studied them with his eyes, watching them curiously.

The guy with graying hair and wide-rimmed glasses said something and the older woman laughed, her hat almost slipping off of her head. He fixed her hat and gave her a warm smile, and wrapped his hands around hers.

Steven's heart ached.

It's a beautiful thing to fall in love with the universe, but it's more of a beautiful thing to fall in love with someone.

Her.

Her.

He remember who he was before her. He listens to the little patter of his heartbeat, and he doesn't understand how it was anything other than her name. He exhaled in the silence of the night. He was lost before, he thinks. The world was nothing but darkness, and he was searching for home, and he couldn't find it until her. She was everything he needed. She led him where he was meant to be, and her arms became home. She is the brightest star in his sky, and he would follow her to the ends of the earth.

His phone buzzed and interrupted his train of thought.

He read, "come to my apartment. warning: you will have to endure popcorn and Dexter. :)"

He smiled and put his phone in his pocket, the phone clinking against the trinkets.

She was his Polaris, and he was falling for her harder and harder every single passing day.

She knew how to stir hurricanes in his chest cavity, knew how to be the one everyone looked at, the one nobody ever saw. She was a living riddle that no one ever solved.

And God, was that boy infatuated with her.