I'm so obsessed that
when I get dressed
I have to check my phone
I'm so obsessed that
you're my best
even when you're not my own
After being intertwined late last night
After being separated from a fight
I realized love's not what's it all
cracked up to be...
Now my eyes love not what's seen but
what you are underneath...
1 comment:
Woah. I really love this poem... :) It's really well written, and sort of speaks to me. I got a little emotional reading it and relating. I especially like this stanza:
"I'm so obsessed that
you're my best
even when you're not my own"
Excellent work. :D
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