you don't have what
the average lovesick person
would write about their muse,
not the blue eyes
that could drown nations,
not the so called heart of gold,
not the perfect smile that melts hearts,
you barely even smile.
and when you do,
you look fucking pathetic.
yet you fuck me up just the same.
matter of fact, you do more than those
who have all that ever will.
it's how you broke past every
convention,
that's what infatuates me the most.
YOU ARE READING
the letdown
Poetryself destructive thoughts and discoveries mixed into somewhat poetry.
