Her Favorite Color Was Yellow

a string quartet

could not articulate

what i feel

for you

you were the oxygen i needed

i’ve been looking for you

the imprint of your soul

on mine

was something i knew i needed

since the very beginning

perhaps i am just a sick man, fixated on the idea of a love that can never be. but i will never stop trying.

. perhaps i think about you more than i should.

how cruel

the world can be

and how cruel you must become

to cope with it

you are my sun, moon, and stars

i want to give you

everything

including

my last name

so this is what it feels like

to finally meet someone

who exists

on the same frequency

as you do