On first glance,
I wondered how such a beautiful girl could be a poet.
You were what I feared...

I didn't wanna see another clone.  

Then I learnt you bleach your hair
With my mum's leftover snowdrops
To extenuate the curves;
The Venus face I recognise so well,

Cause what I see in you,
I don't see in me even though
I brag we share features
Same particles of the mind

Same wet breaths took.

You're really pretty cool
As I keep saying to those who'll listen to my stanzas and stanzas
Of the stars you saw that night and realised you were real

At least you don't feel like a figment of my imagination
This time it's raw, carefree yet caring so much you wanna combust

And it doesn't make you any less beautiful

Me neither for that matter.

What a shift from what I used to think about girls of confidence.

Now that I feel it myself, I feel found by someone I could love forever
The fragments coming together to make one thing.

A thousand more glances.