I regret never telling you how handsome you are. I let you think I felt nothing, now in karma's full rein I feel everything.
Your sweet smile, your deep blue eyes, the sky brighter when you step outside. You're the light to my darkness, the wood to my fire. Me without you just simply wouldn't make sense in my definition.
But I've said this to many piles of wood, I've preached those words into many lit candles. So what's different this time.
You're unlike no other, that's no surprise, you're like me but also not in many countless ways. Similar people, very different lives.
How I wish it wasn't that way. But wishes mean nothing when not upon a star, so I'll continue this dreaded, lovely feeling until another pile of wood sets on my porch. Until I stumble into another dark room, waiting for someone to light my way.
Though no one will ever compare to your lovely sky eyes.
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