SORRY PLUTO [ JACK x ZACH ]

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phobos.

many don't know what that is.

(i can relate.)

well, it's mars' first moon!

yup, mars has two.

but guess what!

i have five!

that's great!

i shouldn't compare myself to that planet though.

closer to saturn than i am.

i sometimes wonder why the universe was created.

how?

how in infinity and beyond did this system exist?

were human's meant to exist?

were we a failure in the system?

it's crazy if you think too much.

but i also like to think of it as taking advantage of the brain,

pushing it farther than the normal person, expanding your knowledge greatly.

but it also ends up with me on my bed, crying myself to sleep.

i want to live.

(a good life)

but the sun is so far away,

i cannot grasp onto anything warm,

i cannot interact with all the other moons,

i'm just

so

far.

i'd think it's normal for saturn to come sit with me at lunch.

i love it.

he complemented me again today, saying,

"your hair is really pretty today."

i wanted to burst into (happy) tears.

"thank you." i told him sincerely.

but then i took a step.

"you're really pretty too."

i didn't know how he would react.

but he had complemented me two days in a row, so i don't think it was bad complementing all of him.

saturn's rings glowed, "oh," he told in surprise, his face turning to one of pink, "thank you, a lot, actually."

could he not see my heart protruding out of my words?

can he not hear the thumping of my heart, and how it quickens whenever he is in my sight?

can he not see how cold it is where i am?

can he not notice this stuff?

it's asking a lot, i know,

and i shouldn't be saying stuff like that,

i just observe often.

"no problem." i told back. my voice had sounded squeaky.

it was basically me screaming, "i'm gay for you!" in two words.

but he is stunning.

he's so stunning.

i sometimes can't believe he's an actual person i can talk to,

not a model or celebrity.

i want to reach out,

intertwine my hand with his and tell him he's beautiful.

he better think he is too.

if he thinks he is anything less than amazing,

whew.

i'll write him a fifty page essay about how amazing he is.

(i'm getting too attached)

but i don't mind.

i already know someone is going to take him away from me,

making him forget all about the boy that was totally infatuated with him,

and all the boy wanted to do was hold his hand.

but nothing lasts.

the day always ends up with me laying in my bed, overthinking life.

but i think i felt some warmth today.

the smile saturn gave me today,

it was filled with warmth.

and i think some of it was transferred to me.

he's so goddamn beautiful.

his eyes are so stunning,

they sparkle when he talks,

his smile is so genuine,

it reminds me of a beautiful melody playing gently in the back whilst at a beach on the prettiest day,

but no one will ever talk about me like that.

i'm just pluto.

far away,

ruined orbit from the asteroids in the atmosphere,

and no one feels bad for me.

sorry pluto.