I romanticize myself, merely because no one around me ever has
I romanticize my teeth, for all my canines are so long, they look unnatural
I romanticize my black hair, for it curls up across my cheekbones, framing my eyes like pictures
I romanticize my eyes, for they refuse to stay the same color, their flecks spilling out underneath
Because, really. What is one more person for me to look at, and see beauty in all he is?














