Him.

When he took over my thoughts

He did more than just manifest

In my brain

He became the heartbeat that kept me alive

He rushed through my veins

And he didn't know it

He was my infatuation

He was my favorite

He was the only one who made me think

He made the cheesy things

Seem so extravagantly romantic

He was.

Something.

He was...different.

He was.

him.

This poem is about: 
Me
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