He fell in love with your chin; every time
you kept your chin up, holding together days
that were falling apart.
He fell in love with your colour; not for how
it looked, but for how it painted the people
standing close to you.
He fell in love with your teeth; not because
of your smile, but for the bite you take out
of life— how you chew through doubt
and swallow fear whole.
He fell in love with the strangest things
about you; for love has always been strange—
turning little things into all the reasons to stay.
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Jun 2, 2026 at 2:30 PM UTC
He fell in love with your chin; every time
you kept your chin up, holding together days
that were falling apart.
He fell in love with your colour; not for how
it looked, but for how it painted the people
standing close to you.
He fell in love with your teeth; not because
of your smile, but for the bite you take out
of life— how you chew through doubt
and swallow fear whole.
He fell in love with the strangest things
about you; for love has always been strange—
turning little things into all the reasons to stay.
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