Dear Ballet Boy

He's a gentle breeze,
I'm a tornado.
He's the sun,
I'm the moon.
He's graceful and composed,
I'm sloppy and a mess.
He's fire,
I'm ice.
He's everything I'm not.
We're different planets,
On different levels.
We can never be together.
We'll crash and burn.
It won't last.
So I'll keep my mouth shut.
I'll watch from the crowd.
I won't say his name.
I won't look his way.
But, I know it won't help.
I've fallen in love with him.
And who wouldn't.
After all, he is the ballet boy.

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