When 
you
told 
me
about your

last relationships I realized

that I like you.

A lot.

I wanted to hold you and kiss your head.

I wanted to make the hurt go away and then help the scars.

Your smile was nice

and hearing your words

slither out your mouth as you held back tears.

I knew we will be good friends

I really want you.

This bottle of *****

makes it worse

because your eyes scream of hurt

but your mouth spews hate.

Makes me wonder what you think about me

and what you’d say.