You have these little ways about you;
The way you lift up your chin and turn up your
Bright constellation bright blue bright bright
Eyes and smile a little, and I’m not sure
If you really realize how intensely distinct you make me feel,
Sweeping that brown hair into a mess of a part and
Killing time by tap-tapping your foot next to mine,
Occasionally nudging me in your sleepy state
And half-grinning before you thought I caught it.
Well, I caught it, and in it I saw galaxies
Slashing their way across my mind
Because that’s what you do to people:
You slice through to their very core with a half-dazed glance and a charmed white smile.
And I’m not sure if you noticed how easily you tear me,
Down into the person I always wished I could be,
Just by using honest phrases and inappropriate jokes and letting little sparks of fire
Dance on your lips when you make me laugh.
This piece was originally written in April 2014.