Before Him

artwork by Dahui Wang

Date a boy who doesn’t love you.

Date a boy whose eyes hold the stars and the moon, a boy whose hands are warm because they hold the sun. Date a boy who looks through you, searching something else in the crowd. Date a boy who makes you realize your own inconsequence, a boy who takes and takes until you are left with nothing but dusty text messages that once made your world spin. Date a boy whom you love, but doesn’t love you back.

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I stare into the grey reflection in the mirror of the creature whose eyes, so dead, look back.

It reverses the polarity of my glare as I stare into the voids existent in the center of its brown, beady eyes-

so expertly hiding,

so masterfully deceiving.