27 August, 2024, Tuesday,10:32pm,
There's a boy that lives in my head,
He's lonely, sad and perhaps partially soul-dead,
Might not say much,
But I hear him,
I hear his cry, I hear his words,
He wants to escape, but he's tied,
With the chains of hurt,
He needs love, but all I have with me is dirt,
Now, I walk towards my mirror,
And look at my disgrace,
I'm looking, but I see his face,
He's pretty, no, he's ethereal,
Oh my god, why does this feels real?
He should be an illusion—
a fragment of my imagination,
But he's looking at me,
As if I am his best creation,
Now, I know,
He's real, he exists,
He walks towards me, and my heart twists,
He's holding my face, so lightly with his hand,
And in that moment, I crave, I want, I need this man,
He whispers softly, "Why do you accept me, hm, hun?"
"I know an angel when I see one."
