i. you are a porcelain boy who can be torn with just a little tap and he stands so tall; you can hardly see him at first. people look right through you to snatch a quick look at him but he asks you your name and when he says it, you think you might have found a place to feel at rest- inside the melody bouncing off his chest.
ii. he is expected to hold too many hearts in his hands one day, but he already has yours. you should be afraid but you watch, and watch, and watch, and do not mind if he holds it too tight.
iii. there are no words that could keep you away from him. no twisted forms of letters in any damn language that could get you to stop kissing him. they yell, protect yourself. you ask, from what? love is not something i will hide from.
iv. darkness tries to blind you but light glows from his skin on bed sheets, in tents, hiding away for the night. during the day, red bleeds but you forget about those horrid colours when you look at the soft blue shore in his eyes and feel the twirl of waves from his body against yours. swoosh, splash, a gentle touch here and there and you wonder how your soft hands could make the beat of his breath sound like a song, a beautiful song. nothing that happens beneath sunlight matters and the moon holds everything better.
v. love was never something you wanted to hide from so you fight, and face the daytime horrors with a courage beating through you that you have never felt before. for him, you know you would do it all. you would swim through the oceans and fight though every battle a spear throws at you; even if it means that you will jump right into a sea of your own blood. you look death right in the eyes and whisper, i will not be afraid. for him, i will not be afraid.
vi. when you fall, you do not mind. your heart does not ache and feet do not shake. the only thing that hurts is him. you can hear the thunder booming in his heart. you wonder, can he breathe through the storm that he lets fall from his eyes? he is a walking hurricane and causing organs to shake in the hands he once touched you with. he is a walking tornado and spins different bodies into corpses with just a twirl. he is a walking monster now, just because of you, because your lips do not tingle when he presses his mouth against yours.
vii. you were a porcelain boy. a simple underdog but to him, you were a kaleidoscope of the hearts desire. he tore apart the world for a heart that no longer pounded. he tore apart the word for you. his name was heard from every corner while yours only appeared when his did. you were never anyone but through his eyes, you were everything and in the end, that was all you ever needed.
- you fall in love with the ones who make even bleeding appear beautiful. you fall in love with him. (ms)