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M Catherine Nov 2015
So this is why they call it
falling
you're looking at the view and then you're hit
Cupid's arrow pushed me off as I'm calling
your name.
It's like a song on my tongue
and nothing else will be the same
and even though I am so young
and nothing could ever happen between
you and me.
I fall anyways, a broken young teen
who can only see what she wants to be
and the one who could love her
if only he'd try,
And even though she is sure
She still wants to cry
because out of all of the boys in the whole wide world
she wants the foul-mouthed boy
yeah, she wants to be his girl.
It's funny how someone who gives me so much joy
can also cause me so much pain
in the heart, in the chest
on the lips, in the brain.
Why couldn't I want the best?
when you aren't near,
I can talk myself out.
You're an ******, dear
and you do like to shout.
Yet my brain finds you endearing
and I know I can't stop
even though you can't be hearing
these words, my heart seems to pop
out of my rib cage when you're here.
Everything else goes away
and even if your intentions are unclear,
somehow that is a-okay.
My whole being manages to see
every little detail of you
somehow liking me.
And that's how I know my eyes are untrue
Because even if I'm somehow deluded
by the ******* jacket and big brown eyes,
there's a place in your heart where I'm not included
just because I have such a good disguise
So in the end, I can't love you
it's like swimming with a 140 pound brick
yet, I still do
even though it makes my logic sick.
And as I drown in my emotions,
sinking down with a smile.
As I drown in that ocean,
I hope to see you in a while.

— The End —