The Cracks In My Heart Are Shaped Like Your Mouth

I remember the first moment I saw you, I recognized you the second I saw your face. You looked nervous and unsure, and I felt exactly the same.

I gave you a hesitant hug, trying to conceal my insecurities and blanket them with pretend confidence that I had borrowed from a vodka soda before I left my house.

I cannot remember anything we talked about because I was distracted by your face and thoughts of what could have been going on in that head of yours. You were definitely not my type but why was I so drawn to you?

You looked like a player and acted like a saint. You told me a bit about your past, but it really did not matter to me because I could see you. I truly saw the real you. You told me you never had luck with the ladies, but I knew you were used to breaking hearts.

I saw the side of you that you had never shown any girl. You were kind and sweet, you told me you wanted to change how you used to be. I still believe everything you said.

I don’t think you were looking for love and you found me.

It was like magic whenever we talked, it was so easy. It felt like we were meant to be. I felt fate was playing a trick on me at times, but I was falling.