It was in the tilt of
his crooked smile
I left a piece of
myself in

It was in the
crinkles by his eyes
I left a piece of
myself in

It was in the
slight dip of his collarbone
I left a piece of
myself in


Every part of my soul
shattered,
the pieces scattered
all over the
boy I once called
mine

But how was I supposed to know
he was the hurricane
when he looked like
morning rain.