I love her.
I love the way she handles a flame,
burning bright when I bring her to my lips.
I love the way her breath floats
carefree in the wind,
as I inhale every word she dares to speak.
I love her skin,
so pale and soft,
encasing everything she’s about.
I love how she makes me feel,
like I’m a ghost drifting through the streets.
My body becomes free and relaxed,
almost numb.
She gives me a sort of high that I can’t quite explain.
I love her smell,
reminding me of coffee on a chilled fall morning,
surrounded by falling leaves and the sound of the breeze rushing through the treetops.
I love taking walks after dark,
when the moon highlights her beauty with a subtle glow.
I love laying in the grass admiring the stars,
with her entwined between my fingers.
She goes perfectly with everything.
Unfortunately she's no good for me.
She's a bad idea,
a false sense of security,
a heartbreak waiting to happen.
But i'm willing to take my chances.
I love her.