it's all you.
it's skin and sun and sweaty bedsheets.
it's light streaming onto your shoulder freckles.
it's bad breath kisses anyway.
it's callouses and love bruises and i'm sorrys and no you're nots.
it's inadvertent smiles and stomach tingling blushes.
it's the soft spot on the back of your arm.
it's your sleep-jerks and messy eyelashes.
it's that scar under your eyebrow, the one that reminds you of your father.
it's your hatred of the tea I buy even though you end up drinking it every time.
it's you.