(Angel Boy)

He has galaxies for eyes. He can find things easily and he sees through people’s bullshit. His favorite shape is a pentacle also known as a pentagram but he can’t tell the difference but he can tell the difference and correlation between things for me. He has fair skin and loves any kind of music and he is beautiful to everyone and loves writing poetry. He has a good voice because he can sing like The Doors. Although he acts and looks sexual he is ardent and loves beautiful things like art and music unlike other people. He likes the black sheep and the punks. The pentacle is his protection and he is also very smart. As smart as I, He tends to think I’m innocent. But in fact I’m actually not. He thinks that I am mentally sick while I think he’s actually hot. All the while my sickness stirring, his enemy has blue and green eyes lurking on his back not in his face, and when he looks up at the stars, you’ll know they protect him at night because he believes in natural signs. He believes in all things righteous and he loves all things good. For me he makes all four horsemen race, which is a metaphor for all men and their guardian angels only when he’s in love with me because they’ll need them, and sometimes when he sees me with other men it feels like the apocalypse like its the end of him and I. He doesn’t like people talking to me and wish they’d get on with the chase and the gist of things. He knows exactly what I’m thinking and although he loves humanity, he will not tolerate people getting on my case because he’s protective over me. He’s only productive when he’s busy. He’d think of me at second base while he’s too busy kissing other girls. He loves me and wants to shove that in my face. Plus he knows how to open any lock. He has a knack for puzzles because he knows how to solve riddles and that’s why he sees through peoples’ bullshit. He is very careful and honest to a fault and is also very disciplined. He is ardent but not with me. He is a ladies man but he’s not a pimp. He may be hard to get along with at first but he is steadfast and quick. He has the most saddest eyes and wishes I was around him more often. He likes mint ice-cream. He hates being called sissy but most of all, chicken. He likes it when I talk. My name really does silence his demons. He likes being called a psychopath only by me. He hates sushi and likes yakisoba. He likes Chinese takeout. He likes red roses. He can walk through fire and breathe through water and fly in the air.

You are after all, my angel….

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But o, he is just imaginary. Cause deep down inside my heart and soul, I’ve been wishing for you.