Confessions Part II
I think I fell in love with you.And those eyes you hide behind busy brows.
The way you admire your dad, and the way you read that composition notebook, your voice filled with such a raw intensity. They way your hand shook and I had to stop it. The way you like to hear your own voice but not in a pretentious way. The way your clumsily beautiful. The way your real and so breakable. The way he asked me if I wanted you and I laughed and said I was going to bed. And I did. With no regrets. Not for the lie or for the sleep. So when you woke up we smoked our butts and I said my goodbyes but you didn't know it. If anything, I think you have beauty, embedded into the deepest sections of your soul.
"What do you mean we, paleface?"
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