Mommy I saw you fall in love,
it broke your heart, and it broke mine.
I thought that was the worst,
and then I saw him.
He had the brownest eyes,
that sparkled in the dark,
the cutest smile, that made his eyes scrunch.
He had this way of talking,
that made me feel things like butterflies.
It made me wanna hold his hands,
and tell him stuff like,
"Hey, wanna go stargazing with me?"
But we were 2 strangers,
2 strangers in love.
Knowing nothing of each other,
2 broken souls.
Comfort in each other,
we found new things,
like how you liked your coffee,
and how I held my book.
He had the softest lips,
not the kind like cotton,
but the kind that made me think,
what kissing felt like.
I never saw the way he looked at my scars,
till he told me he was sorry,
sorry for not being there then,
but also that he was proud of me.
Mommy I fell in love,
he didn't break my heart,
it didn't hurt at all.
But it felt like I was healed.
Healed from all the hurt,
by him, who just held my hands,
through and through for all the tears,
and smiled when I did,
and loved me.
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Aesthetics
Diversosaesthete /ˈiːsθiːt,ˈɛsθiːt/ noun a person who is appreciative of and sensitive to art and beauty. a collection of my poems of all genres, from heartbreak to first love, from cherry blossoms to hot summer evenings at the beach. I hope you enjoy
