Dork
You called me a dork
After I finished telling you all the ways I spent my time
I told you about how once I had read the dictionary word for word
Because I had nothing better to do
You laughed and said how you wished you were there to kiss my forehead and hold me in your arms
To make fun of me and all my weird little quirks
I told you that a dork is actually a whales dick
You just replied,
"I'm falling in love with the biggest dork I've ever met"
And never had an insult made my heart so happy
YOU ARE READING
Belonging
Teen FictionA collections of poems from the first time I fell in love. The art of falling The art of breaking The art of missing The art of coming back
