Weak

 He makes me falter with

just the bite of his lip. I don't

know what to do with that; to

do with that action alone

not to mention the acts

that I want to commit.

I'mma a poet aren't I?

How is any of this right;

how is this, me being

speechless okay?

How can I justify

such if words are my

entire objective in life?

He makes me fall

down to my knees weak

just by the look on his

eyes alone make me

question if this what

others might

feel or have 

felt looking into my

eyes trying to figure

me out, but

failing to find any since of

closure.

He makes me

falter with just

the bit of his lip,

my Achilles heels

my weakness

behind vulnerability.

But then again;

I am only woman,

he is male;

is this not alright

for the imbalance to

be there or is that

the old romantic

trope still being the

domain

I come as

a poet?

Boy gets girl

flowers to 

represent buy's

love for the girl,

flowers die,

but boy's love for girl doesn't.