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𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

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I am diseased and declining.

My nomadic heartbeat, who curls weakly in my chest is

soft.

like a lotus petal.

It seems to want something, but not anything.

And, my eyes for they can't see well, they can feel immensely.

Thou my dear ears that don't seem to sound I can still hear you, even in this quietness.

Everything inside of me started to die, when you started to live. Inside of me.

Pete,

who is my heart, my eyes, and my ears

is the complete.

I don't know why, but he just is.

I could hate who I am, but not with him.

Never with him,

not at all.

ne'er.

My heart wouldn't let me.

You, Pete who is my heart couldn't.

~

I remember that night we swam in the dark pond of lotus's and stars. Oh, how resplendent my prince was and still is, but that night overshadows all the others glint. Your eyes, coco tasteful. Your lips, savory, richest of the wines. Thee hair, blossom filled mess of catastrophes. Fingers symbolizing the techniques of a painters, so thin but never stale. Cheeks, whom were shot in red by millions of angels that sang within those planetoids. Ears that sloped like a salted tear, that was licked solely. Eyebrows, thick like the nest that impregnated itself on your head. Shoulders small, like the nipples that laid bare cold on your chest.

Breathing.

Your beauty is an anatomy of a sculpture, looked at by me, and only me. And, when you finally looked up at me...I burst into the tiny fishes that swam underneath us, sucking on our feet. They favored yours for they were pure innocence.

"Whom do you look at with those eyes, seated neatly into your head?", I spoke these words with poise, moving closer to his space with high shoulders and chin.

He didn't say anything, but farther doe his eyes. Moving back away from my space.

"I ask again, whom do you look at with those spacious eyes, seated neatly within your head. Hm?" I spoke softer with an authentic brow raise, moving closer.

Pete hasn't finally spoke from those lips, but has moved farther away.

"Do I confuse you, or shall I ask once again?", my lips opened once more, with the pointer finger reaching for that face of his.

Pete the love, moves farther away from my space, slapping my finger down.

I only chuckle at this embrace, " This is fun, but hitting isn't.", I say this entering his secluded space, and grabbing one of his fingers playfully, directing it to my chin. He rips at the sudden action.

I laugh out loudly, throwing my head back reaching the stars, with two hands knitted on my stomach, "Haha, but this is so much fun Pete, I can't stop laughing!", I was serious.

Pete shoots me a face of concern and pity, and gives me a tongue of disgust.

"Now what's that face, it so ugly", I imitate his face expression perfectly with a slight laugh.

Pete the love, grows with annoyance and swims away from me, kicking violently almost killing the poor fishes. He suddenly turns around and bends towards the water and says, " I'm sorry fishes, I'm sorry, I'm truly sincerely sorry please accept my apologies, there's a madman trying to lure me!". Now, why did he have to scream the last part so theatrical.

I couldn't let him get away with attempted murder, so I followed him. The faster he swam, the faster I swam, the slower he swam, the slower I swam. I was basically an underwater assassin creeping up on their target! He was so easy to tick off, " stay back", he spoke finally!

"No, you traitor! You shall come with me, and commit to your harrowing sins, right now! You do not have a say!", I say this in a dramatic manner, with expressive hands and body language.

"Oh, oh, oh now the madman believes he has entitlement to my sins! How unbelievable, I feel sick!", Pete screams this from the other side of the pond. He whips his hair brutally, almost knocking himself out cold.

"Wait until the king hears about this! You INSOLENT juvenile!", I scream right back, whipping my hair softer than Pete did.

"Oh, you STINK.", Pete scoffs, pinching his nose.

"Well, thank you it's th-the kings perfume...how dare you insult his nostrils?!! Now you are really dead meat INSOLENT!", Pete fake gasps shockingly.

"No, no, no not the kings PERFUME!", Pete palms his face like in a opera.

"Yes, the KINGS PERFUME", I laugh wickedly, echoing throughout the pond.

"NO!", my love, palms his face again.

"YES", I raise a sharp eyebrow, and bite my lips seductively.

"NO", Pete covers his eyes.

"YES", I cover my nipples, like a bra.

"NOOOOO", he playfully circles the pond, and puts his hand to his forehead, like he was about to faint.

"YESSSSS", I put my hands up to my neck, fake choking myself.

I watch my love from the distance, playfully fainting into the waters.

"Oh no the traitor, you must not die on me yet!", I quickly run to his side, holding him up to floating position.

As I held him, his eyes were closed shut, but it seemed like his heartbeat had eyes that were open, just looking at me, and only me. And, in that moment the savory memory of why I called him my love, my prince, my heart, my everything, came raining down on me with the sky. What an earthly experience, I knew my love could feel it too.

What felt like forever...

The sky rain down on us, turning the darkness darker, the cold pond colder, and the wild fishes wilder. It was all an alibi, that two lovers both were here to witness. Then thin air, seemed thicker and like that from a puff of mist, crowds of white hummingbirds flew onto the rails of the pond, singing its soft lucid hymns awaking my love beneath me. Like sleeping beauty.

Pete's thick eyelids lifted like ratchaphruek flowers, illuminating my visage like the sun. Within those illuminated eyes I could see a vision, a quote for only me to read, I was the messiah. And, what it read was ancient, gold, a scripture signed by god itself, while I was holding the pen.

𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸.

Pete, my love, my prince with those chocolate interwoven optics in his face, looked to me. I shivered, a cold sweat crawled into me, sickening. If only I could swim in those eyes, his ecosystem, his soul, his plasma, it would be the greatest swim of my life. Not leaving ever, just drowning forever. At least I would die in him, and for my love, he'll always have a part of me somewhere, everywhere in him, floating endlessly.

Pete slowly raises his body and right slender hand into the air like a worship, bringing those crimson soft coffees to my face. Nurturing what he held, me. Rubbing his soaked thumbs to my temples, caressing, endearing all of me. As I watched, with silence milking the Milky Way we stood between, like illusions of mirrors watching mirrors periodically. Pete swept those wet fingers across my face like a blank canvas waiting to be adventured so solemnly. With those doe eyes, those eyes that doe. Then, all of a sudden, a blow from the lips of my lovers cracked this moment into shears, beautiful ones.

What sounded like a song spoke, "you're face is very rough, madman.", and like that he smiled, the most buttering filling smile of all history. I can't explain it, I don't know. My heart skipped almost every beat. Did he know what he has done to me?

"You are so ugly.", Pete spoke, splashing water aggressively at my face.

"And, you are so beautiful, I might just die.", I said this whilst falling back into the waters dramatically, with crossed arms around my shoulders like a bat.

He snickered, while I drowned into the sole of the pond buried with millions of yellow, orange, white, faint pink rain-bowed, and so much more, fish. And, lotus stems that rooted like trees underwater, floating swiftly. The shapes and colors were translucent, and fictional I couldn't believe it. How the sea looked more expensive when you were truly high. High above, I heard mumbling and fuzzing, it was my love, coming to save me from my meaningful death written by him.

Like that, there was a tight hand on my nose that arose me from the kingdom of the lotus's and fishes. And, it was my Pete.

"H-hello, beautiful", coughing sourly, I still managed to speak clean.

Pete just stared at me, with no thought behind those explosive eyes that were so loud.

"You are so beautiful...how are so beautiful?", I couldn't believe the beauty he beholden, why was he birthed with such magic, and how could I be so close to it?

He stared at me deeper, finally analyzing every bit of me in that moment. And, with no hesitation whatsoever he shoved my head back into the water, making me flinch.

"Don't look at me like that.", oh.

Why?

I stood in that spot for a while, thinking of his movements, his actions, his words. They all meant something to me, even if they didn't mean anything at all to him. I memorized his movements, characterized his actions, and knitted his words deep inside of my brain. Only if he knew how much his entirety feels like a blanket to me. How it shelters me, keeps me warm. Only if he knew.

As he was a few inches away from me, I jumped through the waters to his hair, and tugged it, fistful. Like a bell. Over and over again. Running my face inside of it, sniffing harshly, biting

Like a flip of quick lighting he faced me with the face of annoyance, the one I remembered so well. So, I jumped at him and hugged him whole. I could feel his eyes bulging out of his cranium, but who cares? I love him. Me, Vegas crept my sharp nose inside of his warm thick neck, smelling all his pheromones that swarmed him. The intoxicating smell of pepper, and spice was truly frightening causing me to raise a brow, but sweetly mild. Raising my cold hands from his back slowly to his tight neck, fiddling with the soft atmosphere that could easily break, creating air art with all I had. His neck the blank canvas, my fingers the paint brush.

And, just above his neck presented itself, the ears the listeners, and my mouth found its way to it. Just like the male instrument finds its way to the black hole of music and praise.