when i first became a poet

i swore i would never be

another one of those clichés

of amorously emotional love poems

but you-

with your wide, contagious smile

and those bright, crystal clear eyes

and soft golden brown locks that

feels like silk between my fingers

you;

you make me the most clichéd

of star-struck, glassy eyes

and goofy, far away smiles

where my heart beats at a quicker pace;

and blood flushes crimson cheeks

in a soft blush ever so subtle

only you;

with those soft, gentle kisses

and tender hugs where our hearts

will beat in tune beside each other

and my head fits perfectly-

so perfectly

at the curve of neck and shoulder

you;

you make me want to be clichéd

with our fairytale beginning

of a single kiss under dancing lights

as we moved in rhythm to a slow song

and you took my hand in yours

your words were simple but-

they meant more than i had ever thought

but you-

with your fixation for skittles

and loud, hardcore metal music

and your love so uplifting;

so addicting and so rewarding that

i am clichéd-

but i love it;

and i love you

and i can't help it.