Kristian Hoffman Follow

I could die for cute.
Oh, I perceive your mousetrap mind in the diminutive.
Oh, you little brute -
so casually you dismiss the love I have to give.

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I don't want to be free; no plea bargain for me.
Parenthetically, I could die for cute.

I could die for cute.
Your shopworn little jailbait charms I deign to condescend.
But the point is moot:
with grace that's almost violent, you exit with my friend.

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Who'd have thought this simper was the way my world would end?
Your little goatee, the way you subscribe to every trend!
I admit I've got no disbelief left to suspend,
but I can forsee the grave into which I must descend
if I die for cute.

Hazel Iris A-list meters have no time for tears. With lashes divine,
they scan for the fabulousness sign.
Sweetly you affect a jadedness beyond your years, but not beyond mine,
and from the retirement home I'll whine:
I could die for cute.
How I adore your awkward pose, transparent and inept!
But I could not mute
you never wanted to be had, but only to be kept.

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