Break through

She saw right through me.
I couldn’t defend myself from her.
When I slipped up,
showing her my heart,
she walked through my defenses.
She calls my sarcasm
a polished charm.
She thinks my wit
shows a degree of intelligence.
She’s convinced
that we’re two-of-a-kind—
she’s right.

I don’t know
if I can hide from her
anymore.
Like the sun she is,
I’m the moon not far behind.
How can someone so
kind,
caring,
innocent, and
adorable
make a cynical person
believe in dreams again?
I’ll enjoy the company
and indulge my curiosity.

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