𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 | 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

𝓽𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮.

She never liked bugs,
she'd snub her nose at every
Six-legged creature that flew her way.
But he loved them,
He was the type to get a cup and paper
And show mercy
To the dark figure in the corner
She teased him for it,
But wished she had the same mercy
for creatures who never did her any wrong
except be in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

He never liked word games
Or was good at vocabulary,
Or sudoku, or even crosswords.
But she was extraordinary at them,
She was the type to only need one guess,
and then say it was 'not even difficult'
She was smart and beautiful and kind;
He teased her for it,
But wished he had the same knack for putting together
vowels and consonants to make words
He had never heard of
and had no clue how to pronounce.

They never liked to be wrong,
Or admit to it and apologize for their misdeeds
But they changed for each other,
She changed to being merciful to bugs,
and he learned to complete crosswords
and spell words he couldn't pronounce.
They changed for each other because of love,
but trying to change wasn't enough
because in the end,
they were still the boy and girl
who hated crosswords and feared insects
and couldn't admit they were wrong.