i knew
that your perfect smile
and your green eyes
your accent and your white lies
were all too perfect
to ever
belong to me
- no matter how much i gave to earn it
YOU ARE READING
For All the Hopeless Romantics
PoetryFor all the girls who never got enough from the world so they looked in boys and in books until they realized words on paper were far more impressionistic than a boy could ever be.
