i fell in love with you the way rain falls; slowly, and then all at once. your endless downpour pulled me in and dragged me under; you were air and i was drowning. the electric current that resided between the two of us crackled and ignited with every smile, every little touch. every glance was pure bliss, every word and promise dripping off the tip of your tongue was sweet, sweet honey. i was just a bee, drawn to your pollinated smile like you were the only thing anchoring me to the earth. we were pure magic, we were meant to be. i found more of myself in you than i ever thought possible, and realized that every time i looked at you, i was looking at the mirror image of who i wanted to be. i fell in love with myself while falling in love with you, and even now, after all this time, i still feel my fickle, hopelessly romantic heart tug towards you every time the corners of your mouth turn upwards into the tell-tale grin i came to absolutely adore.
tell me we weren't in love.
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