I’ll never trust a boy with that kind of grin
Because the way the corner of your mouth lifts
And the shape of those lips
Means my knees have been replaced with weak limbs.
They may be soft and sweet
But that was the last time we’d meet.
You said it yourself,
I didn’t want to believe
Your heart didn’t match
The charm in your kiss.
Yet I still smile when I think of that damn grin.
—Perth, WA, 7 June 2017