Day 1 - He called me perfect
He's so stupid
But he makes me smile
He makes me smile all the time
He thinks I'm perfect
But he probably hadn't seen himself in the mirror
His hair was like the raging sea
they were so meticulously curled on the edges
like the waves crashing to the shore
and his eyes
—oh god his eyes
they were like pools of a thousand suns;
A universe I'd willingly get lost in
his smile
he's so beautiful when he smiles
It's like when the corner of his lips curve up
he starts to shine above the rest
he's the sun
he's 'kinda cool' sometimes
but most of the time
he's got the warmest presence among everyone
like the middle of summer
or the lit furnace in winter
He's got a beautiful personality
a mysterious and complex mind
a wonderful heart
He calls me perfect but
he probably forgot to look at himself first
