Rate My Unfortunate Male Crushes

Haru: glares*

My words don't dwell on the single surfaces of sticky notes of advice you put in your bathroom mirror.

what it’s mine to share? besides the scars on my body, a bitter taste in my mouth, and the aching of my bones (feeling one hundred years old)?

We sat, quietly amongst the trees as the faint whispers of the wind danced between us. She was across from me, her delicate mahogany skin reflecting its smooth exterior under the night sky. She was quiet, but the trembling of her lips against mine spoke volumes and in its quake I felt our spirits combine and murmur everlasting relief that we were one. I looked into the darkness, my mind wandering from her to the Eastern Lands as I tried to figure out how to capture her beauty in eyes down to the bottom of her feet. And there it was, peeking from the sheathe of clouds, guiding the stars in their particular patterns as a beacon of mystery but a muse of wonder. Of beauty. Of self. The moon; her name was The Moon. And I have fallen in love with her.