You look good

Have you ever been told how good you look?

The first time that I saw your face it was something to not forget. I've seen you around in my garden watering my roses, in my sketchbook sitting with a bowtie in your neck, in my mind when I'm dreaming awake when I'm supposed to work, and in the mirror where I can't see myself. I'm not afraid to say that you're beautiful, you have the sweetest essence that I've ever seen, that I've ever smelled, that I've ever tasted, and you may not be a piece of art just yet, but I'm planning to turn you into the most pure picture for my eyes.

And you're not just a picture. You're the protagonist of the beautiful story that I'm writing for us, the best seller that I'm not willing to sell. You're the humble knight that comes to save me from my own doom, and the best part is that you didn't need any weapons to fight against this destiny, or a map to find me, because you were not truly a knight; you are a king. You're taking the grand prize, you are great, that's what you are to me. I see you like this in my mind, I see us in my amorous madness, and I have the slightest suspicion... that you're looking over me too, that somehow you're watching me too, but I don't want you to see me not... doing well.

I don't want you to see me not doing well for you.
I have lived over the odds.

I've written this story thousands of times, and I would do it a thousand more, and another thousand more, because every page is worth it, we are worth it.

Have I ever told you how lonely I am?

But there you are, intact, sitting in the top of my heart just where I want you to be, you are whole, you are pure, you are important, but you're not mine. We don't belong because I don't want us to be like other stories, I don't want us to be like Romeo and Juliet, because everything ends, everything dies, and so I am. But you are not. You are lively as ever, I can feel it when you wrap your arms around me in an embrace, I can feel your heart beating trying to touch mine, but darling, you're sadly mistaken; the butterfly inside my chest can't flutter no more, so how can I give you an answer? how can I make you notice my love?

Can't you see my blue veins?
But you make me bleed.

I blame myself for not giving you a warm hand to hold, but you still hold it and without remorse just because it's mine. You dare to kiss my red lips that pretend to be alive, and I kiss yours to feel what it's like to be poisoned by love. I love it when your fingers caress my hair, and it's a relief that they can't read my thoughts.

If I have to confess something, I'd like to say that I'm not afraid to fall, because I've been there a lot of times, I know what it feels to be in a hole without touching the floor.

But can you promise me something?

Please stay.

Please, let me lie down with you, let me wake up with you every morning, we don't need to commit with holy words, I just need you to say "I love you" to let me know that you're there. Please hold my hand while we walk together, because with you I feel like in a new world where I'm an amateur, I'm not wise no more, I'll let you show me all the wonderful things that I haven't seen till you and I'll show you the best of my faces.

Please let me see more of you.

Because you look good to me.