Once upon a time

there was a boy.

He had

“crimson colored eyes” and

“luscious raven locks.”

His best friend was

a beautiful

boy with “silky blond strands” and

“kind blue eyes.”

They fall in love

with the same girl

is what you’re thinking

right?

Wrong.

 

 

Once upon a time

there was a boy.

He was beautiful

but he

didn’t know this

at first.

There had been no use

for his beauty

at first, except

to be drawn by his best friend

by the light of stars.

Then there were people who pointed and whispered

and complicated things.

Both boys wished

that they could return home.

 

 

Once upon a time

there were two boys.

They realized that

the world wanted them to explain things that

already made sense.

Like how magical it was

to feel hair

in your hands.

Like how light

catches in someone’s eye and becomes

a star.

 

 

Once upon a time

there were two boys

who disappeared.

In all honesty

nobody tried too hard to find them.

These two boys, they might be suffering right now

or dying

or maybe they’re already dead.

At least

they’re together

right? Or

maybe they’re alive

waking to the curve

of each other's bodies

and exploring what

the mornings mean,

happily ever after.

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