man-slayer

you told me once that i was a man-slayer.

i recall being bemused at remark, thinking with a smile and silently thanking my Almighty Maker that almost-but-not-quite love has made you partially blind. i loved how you gazed and gazed at me. i would be shy, seemingly aloof and pretend not to realise that you were indeed looking at me, while knowing full well that i would be positively mortified if you were to look elsewhere. 

i didn't want to slay anyone but you. 


also something i wrote for that same someone i loved.