my 100 word love

— a poem by zoe pessin

90º mid July, Your leather brown eyes held onto mine,“Hello,” you said, and chills crept down my spine. your creme shoes and cautious moves flushed my cheeks, And I tell myself I’m not in love. I’m not in love. But, it was that smile I couldn’t contain that spread across my lips. Your hair, a mysterious silk that I let slip through my fingers. I slept in your scent. But 

  I promise I’m not in love. 

I tell myself I’m not in love. 

But when I look at you

 there is no other way to describe 

the way i feel for you, my love.