I'm afraid, I think I've fallen in love
with a guy whose words slip
out of his mouth like he is a
walking talking verse of complex poetry.
I've fallen in love with the dark circles
around his eyes that tell you
sleep hasn't been one of
his best habits for far too long.
I've fallen in love with the way
his cigarette lips taste like a type
of heaven I cannot wash out of
my bloodstream.
I've fallen in love with the way he carries
himself on his feet like he is treading over thin
ice and the way the strands of his hair
fall over his face when he laughs.
I'm afraid I've fallen in love with a guy who deserves so much better than just me.
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Four Seasons Growing Inside Me
PoetryThis is just a jumble of writing, poetry, self help, rolled into a little thing I'd like to call Four Seasons Growing Inside Me
