made for me, your ticks and quirks, your voice cracks, all of it.
even that effervescent, excruciatingly beautiful smile; i fell for it.
maybe it was the way you looked at me before you put your arm
over my shoulders that night we watched Star Wars on your couch
right after you looked at me that goddamn way you do where
you give me that soft, gentle smile, and those puppy eyes. damn.
laying your pretty head on my shoulder, you are too soft. like
a naïve goldfish looking into the eyes of its future owner and
not just trusting that the owner will love and take care of them but
even loving them back, letting go of the worries of the fish tank.
