I can't help but notice how we fit so perfectly together.
Your hand rest comfortably in the small of my back,
and my head lays gently on your chest when you hold me.
When we're together your body fits like a missing puzzle piece to mine.
It's also obvious how we balance each other out,
To the eye, we are complete opposites,
Your hair dark and your eyes brown,
Mine blonde and eyes blue.
You're laidback and chill,
I'm fearless and flirty.
But conversations never end with us
And we find qualities in our selves that we can only find with each other.
And in all of this I'm scared,
Scared that I have found a good one,
Scared that I might mess it up.
YOU ARE READING
Skitzo Sketch
PoetryThis is a collection of my original poems. They contain ideas and laments about love, pain, self harm/hate, suicide, mental illness, and more. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** when *** shows up beware of that piece
