Where perfection meets fear

Watching as you glide past, words claw at my throat trapped behind silence, where awe and fear entwine. I behold perfection, crafted not by chance, but by the artist’s own blood, bone, and sweat— a masterpiece that will never be outmatched, the zenith of elegance. Your scent, a balm to the heart. Your smile, a sunrise reborn. Your temper, a storm subdued powerful, yet breathtaking. Oh, what I would give to speak the words I hold, to free them from their prison of doubt. What I would give to let you see through my eyes a world reshaped by your presence, where no wrong could ever exist. If you could see what I see, you’d know all could be perfect. But if only I could spill my poison, bare the storm I hide within, perhaps you might see me the same. You could feel what I feel. But I lie still, watching the world spin away as silence seals my fate. Because you may not want what I want and I, I might ruin whatever we possess.