He's different,
I tell myself.
Clearly he's different;
He's sweet,
He's funny,
He listens to me,
He always smiles,
And I love being around him.
But isn't that how it started?
When I first fell in love with you,
I thought
He's sweet,
He's funny,
He listens to me,
He always smiles
And I love being around him.
Am I just fooling myself
Thinking he might like me?
Am I just fooling myself
When he lights up looking at me?
Am I just fooling myself
That I catch him staring?
I fooled myself with you;
So how will I know when it's real?
YOU ARE READING
Him
PoetryLove is a hard thing. Getting over the love you lost Is even harder. It was torture; But when I look back Years from now, I will smile because Although I thought I would never be okay, I will be.
