kalopsia.
I dream of leather jackets and gas stations.
Shrouded in the embrace of a tall brunette.
Her eyes are the coldest but to me she is warmer than the sun.
She sees a human in the mirror but to me she is God's love.
Like sunlight made flesh, the embodiment of perfection.
Aphrodite herself has come down to earth and chosen me.
And I will love her back even if I'm not divine.
Even if I fail to see how a Goddess can love a monster like me.
I would run away with her in a heartbeat.
Spend my days getting drunk on the curve of her waist.
And sing Bowie in her car as we drove cross-country.
Sometimes I think we're like Bonnie and Clyde.
Two lovestruck hearts, making a great escape from the world.
But the only thing we've killed is each other.
In the moment I am happy to be dead, for now I share my coffin with her.
I only hope she never sees me for what I am.
Caliban in the body of a girl, at the mercy of others.
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Poetry"there is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between."- albert camus renaissance (french): rebirth
