i wanna hold your
hands, rough.
see them play
your scratched
acoustic, a song
i don't know the
words to, but i'll
always recognize
the tune. i wanna
watch your hands-
you know they're
beautiful. don't
you know that?
every part of you
is beautiful. your
bright hazel-green
eyes and your lips
(i watch them move
when you talk)
and your reddish
purple shoes, always
untied. i heard you
sing once. and on all
these lonely days,
i remember your voice
and your song and i
think to myself, "how
perfect we would be."
your hair is a perfect
mix of chocolate brown
and gold. tousled. just
hanging in your eyes
like you don't care
what the world says.
i'm not supposed to
love you, i'm not
supposed to see
you through the eyes
of a person who loves
you, so completely
and so permanently.
but...except...yes.
i love you.
if you killed someone:
if you killed someone i
loved, like my best friend
or a family member, i'd
just kiss your blood-
stained hand and forgive
you. and if you asked me
to run away or kill myself,
i know with absolute (!)
certainty that i'd do so.
whatever you ask, i'll
willingly comply.