Pretty Boy
Those eyes
Those fucking eyes
As much as I hate to admit
They give me butterflies
If I could
I would want you to stop existing
I am feeling all these emotions
But I swear I'm resisting
You're not even the last thing I want
Not someone I would trust
I have to stop thinking
I know that I must
Isn't it crazy?
To fall for someone who looks like a heartbreak
But you make me want you
My mind goes numb, my hands shake
I guess it's okay
To think about you sometimes
Just to make myself satisfied
I tell my heart all these lies
I can see it in your eyes
The wilderness speaking for itself
The assurance that you can get anything
Like a game, without any help
I really want you to know
Not everyone is easy to buy
I don't care how pretty you are
If behind my smile, you can't hear me cry
You're fire –a beautiful fire
And I'm not ready to burn
I am more than what you see
But I notice, it's none of your concern
Take me to your doll house
Let me see your shelves
What is in your drawer
What will you not tell?
I wish to see the tattered
the broken and the flawed
I wish to be your keeper
Let me through your walls
I'm tired of lying to myself, and lying to you all. I wish his personality were just as beautiful as he is on the outside. Call me a simp. I don't care anymore. No matter how hard I try to block him out of my mind, it never works. Anyway, I'm proud of this poem. I love it so much.