Deadbody

Some days, I wonder what might have been, what I might have had. Had I not been so foolish, so willing to show the world how much I adored you. My heart laid bare before the one I thought I could trust, my secrets confessed and whispered like gossip amidst the inner circle I did not choose. You, my darling, my beloved. Philatos. You were mocked and hated and distorted. Your image tainted by those I thought would share your presence. I know better now, I can love you better in the darkened halls of my lonely heart, where my passion keeps you warm. In my hollow bones, where my wishes run wild. I have learned to adore you under the stars, where the moon does not illuminate our gentle sin.