I could spend hours, days, just
perusing your face, clasped between my fingers
asymmetry in small details, rough around the edges [sometimes]
the way your smile lifts to your left captivates me
those eyes hold such sadness
and if I could gain the power to lift your burdens
I would bleed myself dry on the chance I could steal them away from you
your hair falls into my eyes and my laugh lines light up
when we match wits it feels like a dance, equal parts choreographed and freeform
your sarcasm cuts through my armor with the force of a cutlass
my walls have never fallen this easily with anyone but you
I often feel like an empty shell, a husk of a person,
someone who does not have much to offer in the way of interesting
but when you look at me and smile, I forget about needing to feel interesting and instead
I feel seen
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