Bad Habit
I have a bad habit
Everything I love in someone
Can easily be loved in someone else
I never write about how funny she was
Or
How she would shuffle cards
It's always about her eyes and her smile
I write down what I see first
I don't spend enough time on what really is beautiful
These poems turn into nothing more than a canvas themselves
For all we know I could be writing to myself
And not the girl that was so pretty
I was blind to how beautiful she really was
Beautiful
Like her eyes
I have a bad habit…
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