it was all the unholy things he did
that lured her in
his downcast eyes and his gloomy look towards others made her fall for him
in a strange but beautiful way.she found his wickedness quite mysterious
and his dark tone calming
most girls liked those types of boys
and most girls liked him
almost as much as she liked him—
love even.he
on the other hand
was not very fond of romance
and love
never thought of the idea of
being in love
but he met a girl
an avant-garde flower
an elegantly graceful cape jasmine
she was ludic at times
but she was lighthearted
not like all the other blossoms he'd met
she was sparkling with star dust
and he thought she was the one.she wanted to shower him with neutral kisses
but she was afraid that her imperfections
would impel him away
so she cut her succulent leaves off
knowing she would never get the moon's attention
and because of all the other flowers fighting over him
if only she knew that the moon wanted her too.