hurt-me-boy: heart thief,
improv'er extraordinaire,
catalyst of joy.
i miss kissing like
an old friend i never quite
got to know fully.
the love in my heart
bursts, screeches, spins, flies, adores
you, you, you, & you.
optimistic girl
ventures blindly into him,
knowing it will hurt.
i trust him not to
hurt me anymore. i trust
me not to hurt me.
all the love on earth
percolates through my body
for you, only you.
i dream of waking
next to you, my favorite
goofy grey-eyed boy.
hungry for your eyes,
always. look at me, cutie.
that's all i need now.
all the world conspires
to bring what i want to me.
it's coming; just trust.
(i was inspired to
write most of these by mr.
tyler knott's haikus.)
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