Titles are Overrated

Part 152

I didn't fall in love with you,

I grew into it.

Your captivating cerulean blue eyes

would look into mine,

and I would have

to turn away.

Now I can look into them,

coloured like a darker blue sky

streaked with clouds 

of azure.

Now you know I love you -

you can see right through.

I can run my hands

through your cupid curls,

while you stroke

my skin.

I think you hurt yourself

too much,

why do you hold on

to all the things

that break you?

Why don't you put

them all down?

I can't imagine all the suffering

it took

for you to be this soft,

this loving.

I promise you won't

have to suffer

anymore.

it wouldn't hurt to love yourself