Blinded.
Left sightless from your brilliance,
a supernova that would make Aphrodite jealous.
Jealous of your witty remarks, that could lighten up a funeral.
Envying your strong stature, high cheekbones, and inner beauty.
So beautiful, so strong, so bright.
Alas, love is truly blind.
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Poetry for the Lovesick
PoetrySick of falling in love with someone who will never feel the same way? Here's a cure for you! Step one: Cry and capture the tears Step two: Mix in nutella, wine, and a crap ton of vodka. Step three: Turn on Netflix and listen to Adele while beating...
