Athella,
Love in its purest form
is a deadly thing.
It leaves you bare
and empty
and lifeless
until the single person
in the entire universe
who can remedy your ailment
walks into the room.
And all of a sudden
your whole soul just
lights up -
bursts into flame, really,
flames the likes of which
could probably rival even
the fires of Hell.
When you live so fully for another,
you leave pieces of yourself behind
along the way,
pieces that they pick up
unknowingly
and that you can
never recover.
That's what it's like
to love you,
Athella.
From the moment I first
laid eyes on you,
my heart decided
that its course
would not be the wisest path
that I could take.
For one, it's you -
Athella Halle,
the girl that every
shallow football jock and
self-professed 'bad boy'
would love to lay their
grubby little hands on.
You're beautiful in
too many ways
to easily name.
Your smile is brighter
than the noonday sun.
You're perfect in every way,
and it pains me that you
can never be with me -
would never want
to be with me.
We are of two
completely different kinds of people,
the kinds that aren't supposed to mix.
And I should know -
because it didn't work before,
though I wished with all my heart
that it would.
But that's just how life is,
I suppose.
It's not something that either
you or me can help.
It's an immutable fact of life.
But oh, how excruciating
it all is...
With love,
Rhys
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Poetry"Some things in this world cannot be unsaid, Athella - and my love for you, irrefutably, is one of them." In which Rhys pens out her feelings for the illustriously broken Athella Halle. Cover made by @HailPerseusJackson © Makenna Collette (@mack-col...
