NOT A POEMS

my heart stopped beating after he cut off my pulse night pass as i slept just to get trough my days but not until i met my daisy my first daisy talking to you was comforting  i am myself when i’m with you its been so long since i felt peace its the way you smile, your charm, your awkward movements, and your… all of you that’s is you i think i am bewitched by you i like how yesterday i wasn’t seeing you directly  instead we need to turned our head to see each other and when we looked straight we saw nature, trees, leaves the way i don’t need to think when i’m talking to you, the way your face lightened- -when i remember things about you, the way you grumbled- -over people commenting bad things about you you are the daisy in my land after fire burned everything into ash you may not see me as your daisy,  but i think i’ve fallen in love with you