Hopelessly devoted to a wayward Victorian poet

It fuckin sucks being his best friend!! Being by his side everyday, wrestling, teasing, tying his shoes, laying next to him-- and not calling him mine. He is soo beautiful, smart, clever and wanderful. And he's just my best friend. He, like me, is a poet, and god his words are sweet enough to make me cry and powerful enough to kill me. I love him. Why am I saying this?? Because I just posted a poem for him tht he will never see. Please read it and comment. It would mean a lot to me. Thank you so much mibbians.