melted

too beautiful to comprehend

i am unworthy of vision, you are brilliance-bright-blinding, there is no such thing as spectacles strong enough to put this spectacle into perspective (do not say i am putting myself down, to clarify my statements over and over again becomes irrelevant when faced with an unchanging mind, i give in with every possible permutation)

the smell becomes more and more pungent as my senses expand to accommodate the two of us, there are roses blooming out of your spines that emit the smell of what blue could have been (if you walk away i will be left alone, the obvious truth of the statement is not enough to mask my nose from the rotting and tar that surrounds me, it moves towards you with no heed to the warnings of environmental worries, it's made a haphazard half-hazard out of me)

i can feel my ears bleeding, a sound more heavenly than an angel's choir, resonance has lost its meaning, paganini lurches forward in his grave (headsplitting decibel-surpassing-dreadful beauty in the drums that drown out the rest of the world, addictive as sirens to mere mortals, the plights of odysseus were never so clear, however mine still remain hazy)

chocolate vanilla strawberries floating in a champagne-bubbly head, i am lighter than the impact of gravity on humans on the moon on the universe ad astra among the stars (i regret ever saying that dying via ice cream would not be so bad, cholesterol bursting my left atrium wide open, you fill me up past the brim of satiation to a point of nausea, sickeningly sweet yet not quite saccharine, the synonyms clog my throat as i choke)

suffocating under dumbbells branded with all of my first impressions, the lightheaded feeling is more like being underwater above sea level, to see what you feel like with the brush of a hand magnetic-pulls me away instantly (you feel unapproachable, unstoppable, unreasonably beautiful, a punch to the gut has ppme coughing out apologies and sea salt, you hurt as i jump off of the cliff on my own accord, my last wonderings consisting of how much beauty could possibly hurt inside and out)