Attracted to you like a flame to a wick
Unknowingly mesmerized by your incandescence
Your impeccable beauty made me sick
But your attention like personal antidepressants

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I felt to special when you looked at me that way
Completely blinded by all your flirting
You made it seem like you were gonna stay
Now that thought is disconcerting

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You blew me away like smoke from a candle
Acted as if I hadn't mattered
You said I was too much to handle
And now it's my heart that lay shattered

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You knew the connection was there
However ephemeral our love may have been
You freaked out, left, and that wasn't fair
But by far you'll always be my favorite sin

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Currency of the cacophonous conumdrum carried onward in carnivals of catatonic cherubims trading virtual cadence for confidence and compliments.

She's
not just a girl.
No, one cannot simply
call her a girl.

She's
a storm,
a storm with skin, bound by
passion and dreams.

She's
a temptation,
her body a fire,
My senses a helpless moth.

She's
a maestro,
her laugh being
the sweetest symphony of all.

She's
a lioness,
the way she perseveres,
fights, and defends.

She's
a diamond,
brilliant and rare,
to be cherished and protected.

She's
a mile,
but only if
beauty was an inch.

Someone save me from
Falling into the rhythm
Because surely
I will lose myself in it

She tried so hard for everyone to like her that she became a mosaic with no glue to hold the pieces together. The glue was missing like the person she was when she woke up in the morning with no makeup on, nobody to put on a show for. She became a string of personalities and emotions. She lived her life waiting for that string to snap.She was a girl who never stopped playing make-believe; it became her life.
She was the desperate gasps of air in between sinking back down under the water. Shattered glass composed her mind, but those on the outside saw no cracks. She was a collar buttoned too right allowing for the slightest suffocation. She was a trigger to the head, a button labeled 'self-detonation'.
She was a daughter, was a friend, was a girl who once was little.
She was a girl now too far gone; she lost the drive inside her head that told her why her heart kept beating.

I love to read
books, ordinarily  
people, uniquely
you, especially

I love to watch
romantic comedies
and you
the way you smile and scowl, when you think no one is watching you read your favorite book

I love to listen
to music that makes no sense on the surface
and to you
the laugh you let loose when you beat me in Mario Cart for the tenth time, too late at night

I love to feel
my favorite blanket, clean and fresh out of the dryer
and you
your body pressed up against mine warm and strong, as we hide from the thunderstorm outside

I love to love
the simplest parts of my happy life
and you
because you are the happiness in my life
and without you
my happy life would not be