You told me never to fall for a poet. That their metaphor coated tongues would inevitably cloud my judgement, Yet every time you compared my smile to a fresh bag of wind My sun would creep out from between the overcast and warm my bones.
You told me never to fall for an athlete. That their cunning games were played both on and off the field, Yet the way you looked at me contradicted your actions so thoroughly you left me feeling meticulously played.
You told me never to fall for a scholar. That their strict lives were led by their reason and not by their heart, Yet every time you confided in me I felt as though your calculated mind held all the answers to the universe overshadowed by your desires and motivations