Another sunset with you in my head.
I'd forgotten the beauty of the sky ever since you caught my eye; rays could be splitting into auroras and they'd still be no match for your magnificence.
Another day of writing poems about you.
I hope someday you'll stumble upon them and realize that there was grace in your unfolding and worth in my destruction. I trembled in your exquisite presence; I fell at the snap of your fingers.
But I am just another girl in a world of billions.
I am not even the one you want. Darling, you are better than art. And now--now you are my art.
--Lengthy love letters for the lad who'll never listen--
