What did I love about you?
I don’t want to be an uneasy poetic cliché at a poetry reading,
but Jesus Christ was there anything I didn’t love about you?
Nothing, I loved..
Everything.
Absolutely, fucking, everything.
When you first spoke to me-..
Holy, shit.
My heart was racing so fast it felt like my veins were about to burst with blood replaced by ink and script gorgeous poetry right into my bedroom walls.
Breathing was such an unfamiliar practice around you,
and I couldn’t believe you had a name that I had the luxury of rolling off of my tongue, a hand to hold tightly, a heart to hold sweetly,
You had a smile that shined so bright that I was convinced sunrise has been never-ending since we first met.
You had a laugh that pierced every single demon in the heart and blossomed beautiful flowers across my fragile chest.
We intertwined fingers, the world our canvas, every movement painting something unfathomably picturesque.
When you-
When you.. fuck.
When you told me you loved me back,
there was no other soul existing in that moment, your lips curved at the edges and your cheeks blushed rose red.
Every single second in my lifetime could have passed slowly
and I wouldn’t have even noticed, I was so confided in something that just looked past me like I was nothing but a ghost in the snow and my expression of love has been run into the ground,
This is just a three minute heart spill.
I can’t even pierce the surface of what I love about you,
you’re.. gone now,
and-..
I want you back so bad.
Hayden Cooper - “I wrote this for a poetry slam it’s called “What did I love about you?” (via heartrate)
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