don't tell anyone
but i think i'm in love
with the way he smiles and
throws his head back when
he thinks nobody's watching
with the way he smells
like spice, sandalwood and
freshly laundered clothes
with the way he wears
his bruises and battle scars
on him they look perfect
with the way he looks
at me like i'm the
only girl in the world
and nothing else matters
don't tell anyone
but i think i'm in love
with him and
the way he lies to me
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Poetry~catharsis ~collection of heartbreak poems, unsent messages, sad boi quotes and more ~mostly mine, credit given if stolen from the interweb ~maybe POSSIBLY dark themes ~occasional trigger warning
