I breathe, therefore I blog.

You had me believing in the impossible, an impossibility that suddenly seemed

So very Possible

Tricked into thinking that I could love This Body:

with no sharp features, but only curves.

An enchantment they couldn't see because it took your eyes.

Made me believe I was magical-intriguing-powerful--all one

You made me lovely.

And somehow I morphed in my eyes, too.

I could see what you saw, oh gentle, elusive man who took me by surprise.

I drank your potion of unreality.

But reality is the subduer.

The impossible is not possible.

Fuck this.