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Don't believe me when I say that I love you, when I look into the deep of your eyes, turn my head to the side and smile, rest my palm on your cheeks, and with all the honesty I muster tell you that you're the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. Don't trust me.
I don't know what love is, I thought I did once, but I couldn't even point it out if it hit me on my face, With Cupids biggest baddest arrow. I know hearts, not mine but yours, I know how to resonate to it's beat, compose the right words for its song, move in unison with its rhythm. I know how it functions, which part belongs where, how to put it all together long enough for me to tear it all apart. All the while you thinking that it's love...that we are more than you and me, that we're us. Don't ask me about love, I will lie with the most gorgeous, genuine, heartfelt smile you've ever laid eyes on. I think I forgot what beautiful meant a ways back, I dont think I see beauty anymore, only its silhouette, memories of what use to be. I only see skin. How it lines your body, holds your spine, every imperfect and perfect line, how it folds, where it stretches, this mold, this temporary shell, how it curves, where it meets, where it parts, how it feels, the way it fits onto your flesh how it cradles in my arms, how I never loose it’s memory in my palms. All before I let you go. If I ever look at you, pit on my most gorgeous genuine smile and say hi, please don’t pay me any mind.
