Every marshmallowy
section
of your body
curved, rounded, perfection
like an angel; always glowing
always radiant
always fit and figured
always flawlessly frightening
smooth, soft skin
you believe you have imperfections;
but even your so-called imperfections
are perfect
want to have it (probably won’t get it)
gotta see you (every day)
like some drug that keeps me
high
on
happiness.
The jokes that you fumble over
songs that you memorize
and listen to
until the wee morning hours
and every sarcastic smile
you gift me
like a heavenlily.
Because;
I love
seeing
your
face
your wispy fairy wings
and your huge
doe
eyes (maybe others find them small
but I could fall into them,
soft lips fall a shadow below bottomless abysses).
You’re very feminine,
though I think you’d deny it.

Let’s not stretch it to
love, for me, yet
a lot of my friends
expect something that
doesn’t go for me;
really I can’t stress enough
how nervously happy
you make me feel
like bubbles are constantly rising
up inside of me
constantly pushing their way through my
reddened lips and puffing
my pinked cheeks
and you ask me
why I’m constantly laughing,
smiling,
giving you a sidelong glance,
watching your hair flutter elegantly
around your apple cheeks
brushing your long,
dark lashes
as your laughs come like murmurs
soft and child-like
with a wicked innocence
that makes you really, really cute.

I feel like I’m constantly
t i p t o e i n g
around you
can’t decide if you want me
near or are silently
begging
that I
leave you
It feels like
I
am holding myself
back
from you
I can’t decide
what to be
for you
how to be it
or why I should
be that person
because the
thing
I like best about you:
I can be my total self
without any judgment
as long as I mind my manners
and keep you laughing
keep the roses in your cheeks
and the long strived-for smiles
and the glittering,
wondering
aura
that follows you around
even when you’re sad
the awkward
little smiles
like ice cream
sandwiches
surprisingly pleasing
surprising
on my tongue
the chill I don’t expect
but soon I strive for
I strive for your chill
to taste your lips
like I would taste an ice cream sandwich
and savour it more than I should.