first poem here Options

[wishforhelsinki]

And he hates when she cries
Because it’s the only time his heart breaks when he looks into her eyes
So he swore by her glistening cheeks and the damp on his shirt
He would never be the reason that she hurt
And he willed her to fix his broken heart
With a curl of lovely lips and teeth that shined as they part
By July they would be gone
When the rains stopped and summer would dawn
Hand in hand they’d cross San Diego’s yellow lines
To San Francisco’s lights and traffic signs
Where they would toast as they dined
That night love would never be defined