The most
Beautiful
Harrowing
Wonderful
Horrifying
Part of being a poet
Is that
With all the words
In all the worlds
I can’t come up with the right ones
To describe the way you look at me
Or your laugh
Or your smile when you’re trying not to
And that hurts
Because you deserve so much better
Than a hopeless romantic
Who can’t even pay you a proper compliment
-Otherworldly