Even Geniuses Fall Sometimes
I just did something stupid.
I looked at you.
Across the room.
and you
were just
standing there
being
perfect.
Is there any world where wisdom wasn't whirled away by the first flower of love?
Don't worry.
I know.
You can't ever
really
love me.
But stupidity isn't really voluntary.
So I looked at you.
And you looked at me.
This poem is about:
Me
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