There was no evil in the eyes of the man that smiled at me in the dairy section when I was little.
There was no evil in the eyes of the drunken man that tried to talk to me at the bus stop the other day.
There was no evil in the eyes of the construction worker who gazed upon my bare legs for a little too long one summer morning.

But there was evil in your eyes.

Your freckle covered body, your non stop nervous chatter.
Your quirky fashion sense, your "8 year old girl" bladder.

The way you asked for permission before kissing me goodnight.
The way you told me later that you wanted to be mine.

Your beer-fact filled mind, your world war 1 obsession.
Your innocent fumble, your absolute perfection.

To look at you is lying down in the grass and gazing up towards the night sky.

Your freckles are constellations I wouldn't mind studying closer, your eyes are a fog I could so easily get lost in if I'm not careful.

The light from your soul has started to mend mine,

and I welcome it.

I'd like to feel your arms around me.
I bet it would feel like home.

I'd like you to sleep like that, behind me. Perhaps I'd feel less alone.

I have become the friend that my parents used to tell me to stay away from.
My last name is "bad influence", with a hyphen.

With a lit cigarette in one hand and a bottle of ***** in the other one I run down the street,
bare feet,
laughing.

I curse the moment when I sober up,
knowing full well that my intoxication was just a weak attempt on my side to make myself feel something.

Your mother said that I was a bad influence on you.
But I have to wonder...
Am I really that bad?

Why settle with a rose
when you could have the entire garden?
Unless one rose is all you ever wanted and all that you will ever need.

In that case; why settle with a garden, when you could have that one rose

If only my heart would stop falling for the characters on the pages of my books.
If only they would fall for me too.