Jan 2016
what makes one fall in love?
is it the curves of her collarbones,
or the edges of her hips?
is it the way she throws her head back, laughing
or how she hides her face, crying?
is it her firm, undeniable confidence
or the way she cowers from her fears?
is it the way she whispers “i love you”
or the her never-ending arguments?
when are you going to admit to yourself
that it’s just the loneliness
seeping into your unguarded heart
at three in the morning?
is it the curves of her collarbones,
or the edges of her hips?
is it the way she throws her head back, laughing
or how she hides her face, crying?
is it her firm, undeniable confidence
or the way she cowers from her fears?
is it the way she whispers “i love you”
or the her never-ending arguments?
when are you going to admit to yourself
that it’s just the loneliness
seeping into your unguarded heart
at three in the morning?
