She asks me "what do you see in him?"
And I pause to think:
there are too many things of him in which my heart can sink.
But i can't just explain it to her,
I've figured out she won't get it
so I smile like an idiot and I tell her to "forget it".
This question made me wonder
of why I fell head over heels in the first place,
but the million reasons are yet still unclear, and I find it hard to keep trace.
He's all of my favorite things
mixed up and made into a person
and all his flaws are all my demons coming up in a way kinder version.
His physical features make him look like a smoldering flame in the cold dark
and I can tell, just by standing close to him, that he has a nice heart.
So I might not come up with an answer,
I guess that's true,
but he's breathtaking to me
and I don't care if you can't see it too.
YOU ARE READING
Trust my words.
PoetryA poetry collection of random poetries I wrote. Nothing special, just some deep stuff from a burning poet heart, I hope you enjoy. I think most of them are going to be love letters or over-dramatic sh*t I write when I'm down.
