i'm a sucker.
everything sweet
everything bitter
every single thing you do.
Yeah, I'll be the first to admit
that you are a
complete
arse-shit-and-hole.
But you know I'll also be first in line
showering you with kisses
joyfully professing my love to you
letting them know how ridiculously happy
you make me.
See, I write things.
I write because I can't express my feelings properly
you'll either get angry at me
explosives, grenades, all sorts of explicits
or you'll laugh, muss my hair affectionately
and say, "well, aren't you cute?"
I'm a sucker.
it's disgusting, but I'm one of those people
who just lights up
when seeing your smile.
All those cheesy lines, like
"your smile lights up the whole room"?
all. fucking. true.
only because you make it so.
I think... no, I know
that, honestly,
I love how passionate you get
about seemingly futile things
such fire, such devotion, such feelings
behind those kind eyes.
I love that you use the same passion
to disagree with me, to stubbornly make your point
letting your male ego win
wanting to be one step ahead
never backing down, believing you are right.
I admire that in you.
because see, I write things.
I can hardly get my point across
all these feelings, all at once
tumbling down....
I just wish you knew sometimes
how hard it is
to be a sucker
for you and all the little things you do.
I'm not going to say you stole my heart
I'm not going to say you broke it either
I think you just held on to it.
.... And ain't that grand?
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