Poetry

Heartache was ugly, it was the antagonist, before...
Writers glorified it!
Now pain is beautiful and wretched hearts are poetry!

Magic and stardust

There might be nothing extraordinary about the way he looked.
His soul however, was made of magic and stardust.
And mine was now under its spell.

Distance

I adore distance.

I can be head over heels, outright crazy about you, without you having the slightest hint.

I may crave to be with you. Every single second. But would choose not to meet u often.

For people, I believe are fire. I will either deeply love your light from far off or jump right in, to burn with you! I don't know any other way. I never have.

So let me love your light for now. Until I know,  yours are the flames I'd love to burn with.