he wanted to scream from the rooftops, just so she would hear
that the reason he lived, the reason he got up everyday
was to see her and hear her freaking beautiful voice.
it was soft, and cradled his head,
and he knew he could stay up all night with her
if he could just hear her delicate words.
she was a fairy, a disney princess,
graceful and sweet, with a heavenly voice.
he wanted to shout until his throat was bleeding
that he fucking loved it when she raised her hand in class,
'cause he got an excuse to listen to her without seeming creepy.
he wanted to yell so that the people on the other side of the earth could hear his questions
about why she was so quiet lately, 'cause he missed the way she spoke.
