He stares at my lips; they were your favorite sight.
He tells me I'm beautiful; that was your favorite line.
He says he'll never leave; that was your favorite lie.
Do I learn from the past and watch over my heart?
Or do I open it wide and just let fate decide?
If he's a you in disguise
or a you minus lies.
A/N- If you've read Unknowing Him, this poem would remind you of May and Nick. 🥹
