Stupid

12 Nov

You are my own personal brand of stupid.

You make me dumb with that one glance

the one where you see straight into my soul

and you know what an imbecile I am

for you.

I forget how to breathe

and choke on air when you touch my hair

You don that sill red bowtie

and suddenly I’m mute

and logic is a challenge.

I’ve never felt so awkward or ungainly.

I’ve never been this tongue tied.

You are my own personal brand of stupid

and if I could speak

I’d tell you that the moon is trapped in your eyes

and when you smile at me, I feel like I’m drowning

If I could string a sentence together

I would tell you that I love you.

Stupid.

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