To The Boy In The Pit Dating The Purple Haired Girl

I would love nothing other than to trace my fingers across the veins in your god-sent arms

And Hephaestus himself told me that liquid ambrosia flows right through you

Your scent is enough to melt the clothes right off me- not that I disprove of it happening with you

And I would be your personal servant just to feel your hands on my skin

My words cannot even flow smoothly, for the image of you in your glasses is flooding my brain

Aphrodite would attest that you were born to be worshipped,

And Eros would be envious of the pleasure I would be able to give you

I know you're with her, but sometimes I catch you staring and I want you to know

That if you ever break up,

I'll be waiting here (most definitely on my knees)