1:46 a.m.

22: Swoon

I thought I said I did not want this

not so soon for it is too much

for my soft heart.

soft, oh, for that is why

this curse was so easily bestowed

upon me.

why, oh boy,

did you strut into my world as such?

your wicked smirk

still melted into my brain.

why, oh why,

did you mold yourself to appear

so perfect to me?

who told you words were my weakness?

my strength and my weakness.

used against others, powerful,

used against me,

kryptonite.

you walked in and threw words

at the walls,

ricocheting into the perfect order

just to make me swoon.

you know I'm not the swooning type.

no, sir, I would never let such a thing

have an effect on me,

but you have no problem

giving it your blessing.

making me such a teenage girl,

dotting my eyes with hearts,

and daydreaming of you.

sweet flowers coming from your hand

into mine as softly as butter.

I swear our words almost

sound sweeter together.

oh my boy, you've weaseled your way in,

haven't you?

c.d.

if you recognize the movie in the photo, marry me.