You really need to stop doing that…
Or maybe don't—
Because I don't think my heart
Actually wants you to stop.
That smile of yours—
It's not normal, you know that, right?
It's the kind that turns ordinary moments
Into something dangerously bright.
You smile like you're hiding something,
Like you know what it does to me,
And honestly…
That's what scares me the most, secretly.
Because I act like I'm unaffected,
Like I'm calm and composed,
But inside, I'm completely losing
Every bit of control I once chose.
And don't think I haven't noticed—
The way you do it on purpose sometimes,
That slow, teasing smile
Like you're playing with invisible lines.
You're trouble…
The soft, charming kind,
The type that doesn't break hearts loudly,
But quietly stays in the mind.
And here I am,
Falling for it again and again,
Pretending I'm strong enough
To not let you win.
But let's be real…
You already have, haven't you?