I Like Your FaceI think it’s actually pretty neatthat you aren’t alarmed by all the food I eat.I’m sorry about that time I accidentally punched you in the noseand the fact that I’m writing you this really awful prose.I like that you like catsand comic book characters that have to do with bats.You put up with my every single crazy moodand just like me your favorite Beatles song is Hey Jude.I love it when you sing along with Justin Timberlake in the car,and you’re my favorite over anyone on the radio by far.Your voice impressions are also pretty great,and are part of what I look forward to during every date.You don’t care that my hair always gets in the wayand you don’t seem to mind it when I’m really cliché.Not only do you enjoy my undoubtedly lame puns,you like to tell me your very own amusing ones.We both have a considerable lack of shameand I’m glad neither of us find Dungeons and Dragons an embarrassing game.I’ve fallen a
SurrenderThe moments are becoming less and lessthat I think of the feelings you tried in vain to express.And I often wonder if I could have saved you,but there was never any real breakthroughas each break in the clouds that dared show starsalways ended up in more heavy, jagged scars.There's a part of me that's still too scared to let gobut sometimes there are people you need to outgrow.I know I should have left you a while ago.
XI.XI.As summer wears onand the sun shines brighterthe freckles scattered across your facemultiply with every passing hour.I sometimes have the feelingthat if I were to trace them allone by oneI'd find a hidden message that wasjust for us.I don't have anything to write withso I settle for using my fingertips.No secret words are foundbut under my touch your skin is warm.
ChocolateDark, savory, sickeningly sweet;it has the tendency to stick to my finger tipsand the corner of my lipswhere the taste lingers, even when I don't want it to,exactly like you.
George BaileyYou tell me you'll give me the moon,promise that you'll lasso it soon.But I don't think it would fit in the palm of my handand I'm worried everything would fall apart unplanned.You never have to give me sprinklings of stardustand those moonbeams in the sky aren't ever a must.There's only one thing I'd like you to doand that is to just give me you, and only you.