the 'he' of my life

isn't he amazing?

the way he dresses

to impress people,

with his hair styled on and

his nails short and clean,

it's all him.

isn't he adorable?

he knows how to deal well

with people of different

walks of life,

old or young,

poor or rich.

he's good in playing sarcasm

the way he does it

to no other than me.

i wonder how he stands it

or how he even eats up

his conscience in doing so.

they say he's a damn genius

therefore, he has his head

better than his heart.

well, i say he has both,

because i love him

and i've been blinded

by all the stupid traits

that wraps up his whole package.

it's his voice,

his face, his touch, his smile,

his silly laugh and corny jokes,

his everything, it haunts me

all night.

and i would always tell him,

you're dressed to kill

design to capture

and programmed to

deceive me.

last night i said, "i give up, boy.

you've caused me too much

pain to bear. too much"

that's the 'he' of my life.

now tell me, does he deserve me?

should i continue loving him?