I see myself in her.
I remember the days when
the lines between us started to blur.
I see the way she looks at you,
the way she smiles at you,
the way she talks to you,
the way she listens to you,
the way she does her hair,
and the way she wants to stick around you
all the time.
When I see her,
I see nothing but a girl crushing on you.
But when I look at you,
I see a guy picking his next supply.
Well, there's a name for it, Narcissist.
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Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems, from the book- I thought you were mine (in the process of being written by me), and just poems about love. It contains letters, his povs, and just feelings of love. The poems are not in any particular order. I hope you like th...
