Don't ask me how I fell for your smile
the one you can't hold for a picture.
The one that only those with you get to see.
Don't ask me how I stayed up night after night telling myself it couldn't be true.
I can't be in love with a girl.
Don't tell me your a potato when I can't smear the grin off my face when I see you
You're face was carved by an angel and not the one that Kennedy told you you were.
The one that loves Panic! At the Disco and provokes opponents at basketball games,
the one that asked me if we were there yet in front of the sign-bearing evangelical and bought dice earrings from a Catholic Church garage sale.
This celestial being stopped me from offing myself in my worst times
and forgave me for my faults.
Don't you dare ask how.