and, oh ****, you've got freckles on your shoulders
stars in your eyes and a curl across your forehead
don't you dare grin at me like that because i'm
falling
for your
rakish and
charming and
golden-haired almost-sweetness and your
deep-down beautiful way and you're
smiling just for me and you're
giving me that look like
i can't believe you! because i'm
throwing you off guard because i'm
weird-random laughing-beaming funny-jaunty teasing-scowling and just really really strange
i'm the opposite of your safe maybe-pretty girlfriend and the
opposite of your ******* friends
and most of all
most of all
most of all
i'm
mother of god,
i'm


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