I don't think I fell in love with you,
but I fell in love with the tiny things
about you that only I get to see.
Maybe I fell in love with
the way you drink your
tea and the way your
eyes shine in the
September sun.
Your shaking hands,
and the scars that
litter your skin
so delicately.
The pieces of your heart;
every jagged shard
sticking out of your
chest, slicing open anyone
who ever gets close to you.
The books that make your
heart ache, and the music
that saved your life in the
dead of night.
I didn't fall in love with, I think,
but all the little pieces of you;
I fell in love with
every little piece of you.
(DS)
