The Way

The way you touch my face, early in the morning
The way you text me after I fall asleep and before I wake up
The way you hug me like I’m your oxygen, and your dying
The way you complement my crappy outfits & horrible hair
Maybe it’s the way
The way the corner of your lip twitches when you think
Or the way you hold my hand like I’m the fridge and you’re the magnet

Like I’m the thunder and you’re the lightning


Like your the PB and I’m the J



Like a lamp to a bulb
Without each other were useless
Because in fact, you see
It’s the way you’re my oxygen
My refrigerator
My lightning
Your smile

It’s the way you make me love you