Break my heart

I will not write down all the things I love about you,

such as the freckles on your cheeks and 

that little scar on your upper left from where

you had the doctors cut out your

birthmark.

I will not tell you how much I adore you

singing duets with me

or the way you drink your coffee in the morning

(one cream, one sugar).

I will not talk about how your text messages make my heart skip

a beat or two,

or twelve.