I should let you go because
you are poisoning my world
with every charming remark.
I know this cannot end well,
but I’m caught in your voice.

Your words make me feel perfect,
but that is not your job. (anymore)
(you’re no longer my Prince Charming)

But your sweetness conquers my rationality.
You convinced me that I am beautiful.
(something I’ve never truly believed)

And I’ve tricked myself into believing
our flirty conversations are harmless
because that lie is easier than
the reality of letting you go.