was it not

was it not my purpose to fall in love with you
but to be happy and to taste the passion and
the magic of a miracle you are, my storyteller,
the writer costumed in a soldier of the words
using the polychromatic vestments of fantasy
provoking me to confess till I’m pouring down
amazing for I hate you so much as I miss you
©ᶜᵒᶜᵒ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi

Marian Hill │ Juke Ross │ Alexander 23

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