amber, bands and cats. i follow back
For your faults and imperfections
that still make you beautiful in my eyes;
For your daybreak eyes and nightfall smiles;
For your bruised heart that continues to beat
and give love even when it has suffered too much already;
For your crudeness and bitterness; at the same time,
for your timidity and geniality;
For your rough hands, chapped lips,
messy hair, and weary shoulders;
For your attentiveness and sometimes lack of it;
For your incandescent hues and ethereal warmth;
For your past you long to bury and
your future you wish to attain;
For who you are right now;
Despite my fear of drowning,
you are the uncharted waters I yearn to swim in.
I want to unearth your hidden passions and shadowed follies.
I want to unravel your pages,
tracing where your heart first shattered,
reading how you lost and found,
pinpointing when you fell twenty feet below,
and memorizing why your eyes get sad.
I want to see how your lips curve into a smile,
how your hands cup a handful of lilies,
how your eyes crinkle with laughter,
and how your arms carry your favorite books.
I want to learn you.
I want to love you.
I want to make you realize how beautiful you are to me.
Despite your fear of unworthiness,
you are my sky, my lighthouse,
my road map, and my home.