Doubtful, yet Lovesick.
Fallen into the townsfolk’s wrath as an anomaly, I suddenly find myself stalked by condescending eyes. Afraid to speak, however, it must be spoken. This phenomenon is bound to get worse as the daylight has awoken. Education, although incredibly valuable, manages to be humiliating for its adolescent pupils. As I await the powder room and prepare my trousers, my mind only displays the finest series of miseries and agonies that await me. As the shimmer of my pearl bijouterie and the luster of my black nail lacquer, one can only hope for aid in preventing one’s eyes from secreting.
Unfortunately, I have concluded my routine and am now prepared for the adolescent penitentiary.
My legs tremble to await the trolley, the locomotive memorably commencing this treacherous hellscape of a journey. Luckily I have someone to accompany me in this suffering, Xavion. From Eden, he is for God herself sent him, for his amber gazes glistening almost as if they’re aflame, to his velvet chocolate skin. Do not despise me for romanticizing beauty when I see it, for it is simply an observation. Furthermore, whenever one experiences something or someone that glistens with luster as if they were escorted by the cherubs themselves with gazes weaved by a thousand seraphim, I simply can’t maintain myself. This luster is not only possessed physically but also possesses his nature. Xavion’s benevolent humanitarianism is that of a cherub, an angel! His tranquility and compassion he possesses towards other beings is a patience that is truly ethereal. I am well acquainted with the concept that is, the societal anticipation for that of a housewife. However, oh my felicity, I swear Xavion is an infallible groom. The gentleman’s exhibition of such a compassionate warm nature establishes my ever-growing impression that he is competent of withstanding the plea of his betrothed, furthermore flouting the necessity for a mistress. I am cultivated that brooding on mentioned deviations is deliberately meandering from the accustomed expectations that mere society assigns however, the more days I endure with him, the more my considerably average veneer withers. Evermore the withering foliage thus endorses the opportunity for the pristine seedling of passionate devotion to thrive. One who is akin to me deteriorates to unwind so desperately to the initiation of a confession that sustains to be oh so coveted and yearned for.
Xavion, my precious lavender, bears flourished within the devoid landscape that is my soul. Oh one can only hope to have such beauty accomadate you in your journey”Grim, you have stars in your eyes..” Xavion said.
My cheeks flushed like rose petals blossoming. “Oh, Xavion I can’t resist but to allow my senses bustle to vacuity, especially during the stress that is being endured! I simply can’t, as I brood over the mystical lands That I utilize to escape re-”
Xavion thus interrupted “Okay, Harper. You'll be fine..” he expressed while chortling.
Xavion’s giggle conveyed a glistening ray to the melachony of my mind. Xavion, my precious lavender, has flourished in the barren landscape that is my heart.
For despite the tones of skin or the identity of one’s body he shall always be my precious lavender. For he is the sun to my day, as well as the moon to my night.
Each passing day I find myself evermore drowning ringtones of reds that soon shall be received by him. Melodies of a siren, begging, shrieking even, for me to fall into his merciful grasp. I lack of love but once I finally found my antidote it’s taken away by the ill-ridden delusions of society evermore burdening my profusely troubled soul.
Suddenly upon my troubles I finally find my lips upon his. However I’m afraid I’ve troubled the lavender. The kiss being concluded, he looks into my eyes and stutters “I-I must need a moment..”. He scurries away.
I now feel like nothing but a selfish monster for I’ve left him only confused, drowning in denial’s wrath.
“Harper..” I hear
“Harper!” I retreat from my daze upon hearing, relieved it was only a day dream.
“Yes..Lav- Xavion?” I say, my eyes fluttering, sickened with admiration towards he.
“The trolley is here.”
