Something About Her

Posted on July 19, 2015 by Catastrophe Jones

There is
something
about her,
something
about her
that’s
more than
perfect,
more than
true to life,
more than
I can explain.
I don’t have
any good reason
to love her,
any good reason
to stay,
except for how she’s
everything
that illuminates me,
refreshes me,
emboldens me,
and sparks
all the fires
with which I’ll
burn down the world
and make it
my own.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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