you were my muse.
glittering and golden and so
far
a w a y .
allow me to explain:
you would speak,
smile,
cry,
breathe—
and i would fall
for you.
it hurt so hard
i bruised.
i was afraid to touch you
because i thought i might
shatter.
sadly,
dear muse,
you never saw me.
though;
you inspired me,
made me feel,
made me ache
with longing
(or something of the sort).
still,
i was afraid.
and fear has no place in the heart.
so i sealed up the mouth in
my chest
and prayed
for forgiveness.
sock footed
with unruly
curly
hair,
i hope to find someone
that makes me feel something
like this again.
—love letters to a blind boy with beautiful blue eyes
