by archer

i can't stop thinking about your eyes. they remind me of black holes in space, deep, empty, mysterious.
 i adore them, and can't help but steal glances at them as you fix your eyeliner in the mirror.
 i can't stop thinking about when you said you admired me, when you said you wanted to be like me:
 i can't stop thinking about the way you laugh and the way you murmur swear words,
the way they roll off your tongue eccentric and ladylike.
i wish i could smile normal and say hello normal like you do to me in the halls of our barren school.

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