Darling, you’re too pretty.

To the public - I hope you enjoy this. It's blank verse in nine-sylable lines (mostly) and I hope it seems creative. I wrote it after feeling heartbroken, listening to Too Much "The Smiths" and "The Arcade Fire" so blame them for this poem.I'm sure most people have had a Crush, or a boy/girl friend who have made them feel like this. What can I say, we are all attracted to those who have an air of mystery and beauty around them.

To the person I wrote this about, I apologise sincerly, and I mean you no harm. I only wrote it to help get you out of my head, though you still are very wonderful and are far nicer than I have depicted you in this poem. -. At least you now have a poem dedicated to you, which is more than most people can say (including myself)

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Everything in me is screaming “No.”
My heart, my liver, my sanity,
Darling, you’re too pretty for me
I can tell.
I’m ignoring all that good advice
That I keep getting told.

I know you’re bad for me sweetheart,
Those hands that wrap around me like fog;
Those eyes you flash like forest fires
Engulfing me entirely
Even you admit you’re no good,
So why do I still think about you?

That wild hair, that alluring scent
That still follows me like a delicious
Incense that befuddles my lost mind.
Stolen kisses in mosh pits and
Unquenchable lusts hand in hand;
Tender caresses and your poor painful wounds.

You’re too pretty darling, it’s all
I can do to do as you asked.
I know I’m just a distraction,
I know you’ll drag me down,
Engulf me in your muddy sorrow.
I know you aren’t responsible
I know I can’t save you from yourself.

“Tragically beautiful” they say;
You are, loveliness, so tragically
Wonderful, even your vices are
Artistically self-destructive.
I’m not even sure you love me,
So tragically stupid am I.

Beloved, I’ve got a future and hope of love,
I’m young and pretty, just like you.
Handsome men are two a penny, but
Darling, you’re so pretty; so
Aesthetically despicable;
So why can’t I take my mind off you?