(To Phil. Sincerely, Dan)
He is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
You would never ask him why his socks don't match or why he sticks his tongue out when he laughs just like you wouldn't ask a peacock why it has so many colors.
They say he is the sun but I say he imagined it into being.
Not one step he has taken, not one footprint he's left behind hasn't left me in awe.
He looks like Spring and smells like Christmas.
His tears are dripping wax from an unattended candle, ready to burn me down.
He gives me his yellow when my pool of blue gets too deep and then I'm a splash of green, but for what?
For my fraying hair and my disgusting brown eyes?
For the black hole that makes up my mind and the cold steeliness of my veins?
You can tell me I'm wrong but you know that my rain cloud is no match for all your constellations.
Children sing in the hopes that I disappear just to see you again.
And they have every right.
So please, never forget me and my black, black clothing but please just let me go.
YOU ARE READING
Without love ~ phan
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