You are an enigma to me.
Why is it that you make me feel things?
Why is it that I let my guard down around you?
Why you of all people?
I have a heart that is solely for surviving.
I have a brain that is for thinking.
Somehow, you make logic irrational.
People have warned me about you,
the things you did,
who you are,
a red flag.
Why can't I listen to that?
Why do I still admire you despite that?
I'm sure you'll ask me this after being aware of my feelings, but the thing is....
I also don't know why I chose to admire you.
And I'm sorry I can't give an answer that will satisfy you.
- Hopeless Romantic Weary Writer of Hearts to the clueless boy
YOU ARE READING
it's one-sided, so I'll hide it.
PoetryThings I'll never tell you, but share to the world in anonymity.
