falling in love with the wrong person

come, walk into my book, a gorgeous fantasy

there are chirpy chirpy birds, and bright bright sunrises

the wind whispers poems in my ears, the trees are

green green, and the flowers smell loud like perfumes

it’s beautiful, isn’t it?

come, look at the gorgeous man, his eyes, his smile

here love is when he’s too shy to look at you

or talk to you in front of his friends

or be seen with you in public

or be caught on the phone with you

when he’s pooping alone at home

here love is when he’s so nervous to talk to you

about anything other than himself

it’s not selfish, it’s love, he sticks to familiar topics

to a life he knows, he doesn’t want to be caught a fool

if hap stance you utter a word he doesn’t understand

he’s a hero, a real one, the kind you can’t find in the real world

but you have to *understand* him, his hurt, his pain

everything that makes him like needles right now

he does not bleed you to hurt

he bleeds you because he can’t help it

come, walk into my book, a gorgeous fantasy

exaggerated streams of a dream date

and picture-perfect first kisses

the love is lovelier than love ever was

the pain more painful than when the book is closed

there is hurt that never lasts too long

and every single day, I give this story a different happy ending