Some Poem About Him...

Temperary forevers make happily never afters
As he picks the petals from your heart strings.
His words mean nothing to you as the syllables and consonants
Slither in and out your ear.
As he uses pliers to pluck your emotions one by one to rid his garden of weeds.
You are trapped by his perfect eyes, perfect nose, perfect mouth.
His perfect way to get you to noticeeverything BUT what matters.
So when he asks you for your name
You forget to ask him for his because the only thought going through your head is-
He noticed me.
What is it with girls going bananas for apes who haven't quite caught up with evolution yet?
Why can't we face it?
We have a habit of over compensating and underestimating how well someone can break a heart.
The snake in the garden of Eden suffocated mine, and snapped it in half.