Boys' Love Poem: "I borrowed him like a book..."

All by myself I’m strolling down towards a room
A bookful place of silence and gloom;
All I wanted is someone to be with me.
Not just to study, but to love and cherish dearly.

I was just writing trivial notes,
When I met those eyes, as if telling anecdotes.
The way he smiled made me want to stay longer
And so I continued writing… a hopeful love story.

It’s like his heart and mine were already one.
In every seat, in every page of my paperm, he hadn’t gone.
It’s a feeling out of the ordinary,
For he is who he is and I’m not who I am.

Amidst the orchestra, he’s the singer; I’m the writer
But I knew we could really never be together.
I am who he is; he’s not who I am
He’s real, unmasked and I’m an awful sham.

His eyes sparkled me words of heroic knights.
Though we sat apart, I felt his body next to mine
Time’s fleeting; he’d leave me behind time
Oh, how I wish we’re always putting things in lines and rhymes…

Then his maiden came from behind the shelves
His graceful Galatea; staring at their own selves
I thought his eyes were only for me.
It’s so painful; I parked my pen sadly.

I sighed. I breathed. I was about to cry
I just grinned ‘coz I waited for something I could never have
I looked at him, that’s all I wanted to do
It’s happier than just sitting there alone and blue…

Now this story’s hopeless so I closed my notebook.
How my heart longed for his caring look.
I could never treasure this moment all my life
For he reminded me of the mask
I’ve always wanted to hide.