He stares at my lips; they were your favorite sight.

He tells me I'm beautiful; that was your favorite line.

He says he'll never leave; that was your favorite lie.

Do I learn from the past and watch over my heart?

Or do I open it wide and just let fate decide?

If he's a you in disguise

or a you minus lies.

A/N- If you've read Unknowing Him, this poem would remind you of May and Nick. 🥹