every rosebush has its thorns

unlovable

3/17/18
It's wonderful, beautiful, inspiring the way her eyelashes flutter over her cheeks.

Incredible, the way i'm always so entranced whenever she speaks.

Exquisite in the way her hair falls over her cheeks, in the way, Everything she does is utterly flawless. 

I know she's too good for me, she's probably too good for everyone I think to myself.

"Do you think you'll regret me?" I want to ask her, I want to ask her what she sees in me.

I want to ask her if it's just some elaborate trick.

If it's just a joke.

A ruse.

It's easy to assume that the feelings for someone like me would burn out like a fuse.