julian pelissier // district four

I just want somebody to fall in love with me already, I crave it so. True love, just once, please? That kind that you feel burning under your skin and you feel in every open pore, the red kind. Warm and wet and it burns all the same, and my roommates call me over dramatic for it. 

But in a glistening heart, I know
they are wrong.

It's long lashes and a pretty jaw, holding a wavering hand over a bleeding heart. I can't stop it- maybe I haven't met the right guy yet. My sister, she'd sit me down and I would hold my hand over my eyes. I couldn't look at her, I couldn't look in the mirror. 

And then the day ends, I wear silk around my bedroom. 

Bath in moon light, an open window and I twist under Selene's whispers. There is a beauty in everything, don't mistake it, and I can feel it like nature itself is whispering it, telling it, yelling it at me in every aspect. The stars are woven on a thread and buttoned through the fleece of the open sky. It's woven for me, for the boy who will love me. 

And for fuck's sake, I can't find out who it is for the life of me.

I'm sick of waiting already, good lord, I just want a boy with long lashes, maybe a pretty jaw. Perfect teeth- I can picture him, and maybe I'm too...
picky.

For my own good.

Somewhere, an angel dips her needle in the cosmos and I see it in tarot, in crystals, hell I see it in broken shards of a mirror and the left over meal in a bowl. Crazy in love or whatever, my room mates tell me I fall too quick, and walk too fast. 

And you know what, maybe I do!