A King's Queen
a Viking's mare
that one thing I always wanted.
I feel attracted, with the gravitas of a failed parachute
like a UFO, pulling me up.
I'm starstruck
dumbfounded, astonished
enchanted, ensnared, enamored,
simply put, I'm royally fucked.
She's a spell of glittering stars, floating on the lake
the scent of snow powder
and as common as a unicorn.
As deadly as a Nordic siren
a Princess worth dying for.
My kingdom I surrendered effortlessly
since the first time I laid eyes on her
and I've yet to catch my breath
Emeralds in nuclear collision
fission, and streaks of blue cobalt fusion
could never match her eyes.
A dream inside a nightmare
a life worth living for
holy fuck
for such beauty, one could start a war
with anyone, for anything.
She's like discovering fire
like making music
like sleeping
like breathing oxygen.
And yet, she can't see me
I feel invisible
suffocating in her indifference
it's torture
it's pain
to her, I'm just like everybody else.
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