To my dearest [REDACTED],

You look up to me
You place me on pedestal upon pedestal
You filter me
Sifting and shaping me
Into wild and focused dreams
Into images and cosplay
You make me what takes from you:
Ideal.

You pack me into a concept
And fortify my destiny
That I would always be
A reflection
Of what you lack…

Heavens;
What I would g…read more