His eyes were like a sea of blue that I could just dive into while all my earthly problems dissolved into aesthetic pleasure. His gaze upon me turned my face Into a field of roses. His smile sinned brightly into the emptiness of my mind, filling it to the brim, leaving no room for any other thoughts. His voice booming into y eardrums, a melodic, tuneful, so pleasant to my ears. His lips like magnets, pulling mine towards his. His touch making my skin jump, causing my stomach to twist and turn with pleasure. As my gaze slowly engulfs his body my mind thinks about what we could be together. But when he looks at me, all he sees is a monstrosity, an abnormality, a glitch in the system. Something that shouldn't exist. He looks at me as if I am something to be ashamed of. When he hears my voice all he hears is a stereotype. When he looks at me, I know it is a look of disgust. These thing I know to be true. These truths pulling me down like an anchor. Weighing me down to the body of my endless sorrow. My eyes faucets that handles have broke. My soul torn apart by my very own emotions. Never have I ever known that one person can be the wind beneath my wings and also be my ultimate downfall. But now, I've seen the truth, and the truth, is not what you want to hear.
