My favorite part of you is that place on your chest where i rest my head while you sleep
and listen to your inner functions
to make sure that everything is okay
my love for you is like an addiction to joy
that keeps building and building and there’s no rehab for being obnoxiously happy
so I guess I’ll just have to deal.
my love for you is your favorite book and song mixed up together
into your favorite film that you watch while you eat your favorite food
with your favorite friends in your favorite shirt in your favorite color
because you’re my favorite.
my love for you is gang banger speakers
too strong and too sudden but you feel the vibrations in your soul
its fireworks and stars and everything (everything) cliche
but only the good bits
my love for you is smaller today then it will be tomorrow
and lesser than the day after that
and my love for you fits like the my favorite jeans
the ones with tears from the adventures I’ve been on without you
aventures I want to repeat with you along for the ride this time
to make them Adventures (of the Greatest Kind).
It’s a crumpled dollar in your pocket–
makes cents.
It’s really bad puns while I watch the sun rise, wishing you were here.
It’s knowing that I’m lucky when I don’t believe in luck
and thinking that i could be a poet but wanting to be more than words
My love is simply complex and contains all of me.
I’ve left nothing out
I am an antique typewriter, with scars and broken edges and rusty bits that don’t move that well
and you still think I’m beautiful
and somewhat complex.
It’s in a bottle of pills, completely unwanted but taken because I trust you completely.
My love for you is things nice girls don’t talk about
and star wars jokes which most girls don’t get.
to be continued.
