Burning Love

She slides the shirt over her head.

I luagh as she tries to get a stubborn curl into my place.

She's beautiful but doesn't realize it.

I roll my eyes as she asks me if she looks okay.

Dark brown eyes.

Chocolate skin.

Curly hair.

Beautiful.

Kind.

Warm.

Carefree.

Everything about her is perfect.

From the way the sun catches her hair

To the dimples she gets when laughing.

I love her flaws and perfections,

Yet it's killing me inside.

She doesn't realize the effect she has on me.

She brushes a piece of hair from my face.

I swat at her hand and she laughs.

Love sucks

And ir burns.

This poem is about: 
Me

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