He's just a changing, random, caring
creature that I call the one I am after. His eyes
aren't a pretty blue and his hair isn't a light blond
or majestic black like the ones I usually fall for.
I show him my guts and my feelings of how
I think of him sometimes and want him as mine, but
he says "no" and I try to let the hurt feeling go away
because "yes" is when we're friends and only play.
I know these feelings are light and could end up being
so much more and that we could be light and happy
like beautiful angels dancing around an unmarked grave.
He takes me there and we dance and play.
