Tormented

I labeled him a crush for two long years. Those years are gone, yet I haven't said a single hi. I just loved him and stood there like marble and stone. I know that I love him now but was my love a phantom in the past, flickering in and out of shadows and shades?

Is it still a phantom? I believe it is not. I will now label it bright but cold.

They say he is not beautiful but how can they? His soul is so pure and so beautiful that even a blind can see it! Soft and light, his purity is darker than the deepest depths of the deepest abyss; so prominent, so beautiful.

I will label my love an abyss now; unfathomable and infinite. It is undying and it drips like ice, ladled in my every move, and every twist.

I crave and I yearn for someone to scream, "Different than all who live upon the world, ethereal fell short to truly describe your love; never to be understood by mortals of life."