Your hair was pulled back.
A simple adjustment to your usual attire
caused problems for me:
Made me want you more than I already did.
Add the sparkle in your eyes (even though you were out for my blood).
Throw in your smile (which sometimes slipped past the hurt I had caused you).
You were pushing buttons…
that could pop buttons…
on my pants… 
and every stitch of clothing you took 20 minutes to pick out.
You had me the moment I saw you (at Palmer’s on 10/15/2019).
I fought, just a little lot harder, to keep you in my life.
In the end, my jeans stayed on
and you drove away…
with your hair pulled back.