“the admirer”

[heymacareyna]

 I want to be you.

surely that’s all it is.

I stare in awe

from across the studio—

your beauty,

your grace

inspire me.

the way you move

sends shivers across my skin.

ballet has never been more beautiful.

I am light and airy in white

while you are dark and sensual in black,

everything I’m not—

and I can’t say it out loud

but I think I like that.

you wear shadows like a form-fitting gown,

and you’re the belle of the ball.

a princess indeed.

this whole time,

I thought I was jealous over Mytho,

but maybe I’m just jealous

of

him

for being the one in your arms.

your touch would be magical,

your kisses spellbinding.

do I want to be you,

or do I just 

want

you?