Painfully Pretty.

If I had a dollar for every time I called her any of the nouns or adjectives used to describe something beautiful, I could take her and myself on a trip around the world to show her how life’s really supposed to be. Now if I had a penny for all the moments her beauty has crossed my mind, I can confidently say, I’d be rich enough to buy her a ticket to Mars and back, just so she could witness on her own that despite all the chaos that exists in our universe, it was meant for us two to live and collide at the same fucking time.

Gorgeous in the most ordinary but also unconventional way. Inside and out. Exactly like those poisonous flowers with the brightest colors and the most unique appearance, that have no need to camouflage themselves cause they’re so deadly they don’t have to worry about being killed, knowing damn well they’ll hurt you first out of defense. They stand out from the rest in the most 'always look but never touch’ way.

I have a thing for the darkness and this is no secret. I bloom at night; artists don’t work in the daylight. But for her, oh God, she inspires me to create all day long. The second she took herself away from me, I discovered a new level of obsession towards her pretty little face. I’m not sure if I turned into a spoiled kid that goes wild when their parents refuse to give them something for the very first time, because of my stolen childhood or simply cause my rising sign is Scorpio; all I know for sure is I’d kill to get it. Like the forbidden fruit Eve so foolishly convinced Adam to taste, that costed the entire humanity heaven itself, she combines every sin I’ve committed and the ones I’m so tempted to attempt.

I catch myself constantly daydreaming about it. I feel her absence in my bones when I’m deprived of her presence and it makes me nuts. Feeling way more than I can physically and emotionally afford. I’m incapable of escaping it. All the songs suddenly sound like her face and the lines I wrote thinking of my past muses are painted with her colors. She takes over a lot more than just the hours I’m lucky enough I get to spend with her. She looks at me in a way that makes me weak to my knees. I think she knows the kinda power she holds over me. She’s aware that I’m in pain and low-key enjoys it. I mean, who wouldn’t?

Athina, x.