I love the way your lower front teeth form a perfect curve Like a smile within a smile No longer being together and reminiscing on all that's lovely about you Is sometimes self destructive And makes it hard to imagine holding anyone else to the same standard But actually it doesn't need to be a bad thing If I know I can love everything about a person Even an American accent Then I can start to do the same for myself And love my own quirks and peculiarities Feed my own ego And love myself Just as I love you
I'm joking about the accent It's hard to move on... I'm questioning the usefulness of writing poetry