him

with his golden blue eyes

and curly hair i could run my hands through all day

though used my naïvety

for his own gain

her

with her freckles like constellations

and touches that set me ablaze

but relationships too fickle

him

that i only knew for moments

and seemed to run his life without a care

but just wasn't the one

for someone like me

i'm losing hope

to find the one that makes

my heartbeat too fast

and face too warm

it's holding on by a thread

tied to my hopelessly romantic ideas