Don't Fall for Him

We started talking, he was unimaginably kind
     Don't fall for him
His heart is genuine, I can tell by the way he acts
     Don't fall for him
We started talking, I laughed; I laughed for real this time
     Don't fall for him
We stayed up 'till 5 am talking, we both never sleep 
     Don't fall for him
We talk about anything and everything, for hours on end
     Don't fall for him
We go on walks, I dont remember where just him
     Don't fall.
His eyes are a perfect mix of the ocean and the forest, with a hint of sunshine
     Do. Not. Fall. For. Him.

Why does my heart hurt when he's not there?
Why does my soul yearn for his presence like we're connected when we aren't?
     I'm not falling.

Why is he my first thought when I wake?
Why is he my last when I sleep?
     I. Am. Not. Falling.

Why does he have to happen to me?
     Why him.

Every single little thing in this world points against us, then why?
Why am I falling? Why is he falling?
Is he even falling or is it just me?

Why is it that this world has broken me so damn much that it's forced me to find a flaw in every utterly perfect thing that comes my way?
No matter how good it is for me,
No matter how happy it makes me

Why do I think it is toxic? 

chloen

YWP Alumni

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