She exists in a world

beyond yours

and you know her only

in pixels:

tiny, amalgamated fragments

evincing

a reserved perfection—

subtle, humble,

ethereal.

 

Her chestnut flows

like streams of golden silk,

her pools of lapis lazuli

enrapture,

envelop,

they pull you in

and leave you

in want;

they bend your heart

to breaking.

 

Pixelated goddess!

digital siren!

oblivious to your crush

and the wreckage

that awaits when her

visual melody dashes you

upon the rocks of

reality.

 

But she does not exist

in your world, so

blindfold you eyes

and sail past that island

of virtual lies.

 

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