Perhaps you thought I was the same too
with the “nice guy” facade, you know…nothing new
But if I really care…
About your smiles and curled lips
Beaming at your hair’s curled tips
The way you laugh, the sounds you make
The jovial lights dance across that face
I love you the best way I know how: directly
I tell you what you mean, tell you what I feel
Your selfies make me glide along my soulful heels
The way your eyes tell novels worth of stories
Seemingly all written for me
But directly…I think you abhor me
I see it all, more than you know
But to you I’m a fuckboy no matter what I show
I love you through the trauma knowing you won’t love me back
So I’ll stop bothering you now, and leave it at that
