This is How

This is how I fell in love
with the guy with greenish brown orbs
you would hardly recognize.
Because most of time
they were hidden
behind the bigger lens he loves the most
For he carries it anywhere he goes
He said, "I'd like to not missing the moments"
As I did not anticipate
that I would become one of those moments
he captured

This is how I fell in love
with the guy with an awkward sweet smile
you would easily fall for.
Instead, I found my self frowning on how toothy it was
Which reminds me of someone's smile
Someone I didn't quite know
Until he pointed out his long finger and remarked,
"Look! it's yours, right?"

This is how I fell in love
with the guy with that trembling voice
I would never forget.
Black woods, night dew, flickering fireflies
upon us alone in the dark
but,
As he said those three little words
I'm sure the technicolor sparks erupt within
"Your hands are cold," I heard myself replied, dumbly.
And, darling, the next thing you said is

still

echoing

inside my head

when I wrote this..

..is how I fell in love
with the guy who left early before dawn
Too young and too soon
Leaving my body crumbled in pieces
he would step on as he bled.
For he had me
forever captured in his films
Whilst I cannot even hate him
For making me wear black
on his deathbed.