05:51 PM

5:51 PM

“paint me a portrait of your most beautiful friendship.”

here: a quiet meeting in back of the resturant in the square. under simple afternoon sunlight and the illusion of coming spring.

me: a wreck, a ruined imposition, remniscent of ethereal magic, but long faded. a stray animal staring in at the world through questioning, summery eyes.

you: sitting with your head tilted down, casting a shadow over your face, but pulling your eyes up to pierce me with an intense water-blue. hands crossed in front, leaning in over the table to consume my every word. you, your hair still damp and smelling faintly of ivory soap and clean t-shirts. fidgeting, but staring at me unblinkingly with a waver in your voice, making me believe for the first time that there’s hope for our friendship lasting through the end of our world. you, speaking slowly and me believing, because the cracks in your hushed sentences make them seem more real. your words, they spill out one after another and i drink them in like unsweetened coffee in the deepest morning, pulling me awake and pushing me to a beginning. you, you amazing boy, fantastically rough but never failing to reveal the softness to your every hard edge. you are an undefined, rare, unparalleled occurrence in my existence.

us: you are clearly beautiful and i am something tragic, but our mutual trust is where the true masterpiece lies.