2:31 am
mess of a head
too much for me
never have i seen
such imperfect beauty
your cracked hands
dark soul
colored cheeks
dangerous, unpredictable
so lovable
so let’s not go there
because i won’t be able to come back
carefree, asleep
you’re my cup of coffee
sixteen
afraid of goodbyes
fond of hellos
hiding behind that smile
you’re looking at me
but can you see me?
i’m staring at you
and i can see right through you
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