I guess I won that stupid fight of "I love you more."

I'm not good with words
they always come out wrong
but I'll write you a poem
because you keep me supported like my unswept floorboards
you have that wonderful smell of old ***** books
I want us to get together like cars merging into one lane of traffic
You're prettier than a third grader's sloppy cursive
You have a shine kinda like how people shine after sweating in the heat
you're more attractive than an icecream truck to suburban little kids
Your eyes are greener than lettuce
and your voice is more captivating than ****** pop music on the radio

Here's your poem
I told you I'm no good with words so yeah I'm not sure how to end this

You used to like the word **** until it was screamed at you with sheer malice
You used to like green tea until a mug of it was thrown at you and it shattered against the wall
You used to like smoking until a cigarette scorched your skin
You used to like letters until one was never sent back
You used to like adventures until you got lost
You used to love me
You used to

i love you.
you, my friend,
are something
      special,
something different.
you, in some sense,
        saved me.
like bright lights
on warm water reflecting
            auburn.
I found myself,
in spite of my love for
                 you.
auburn love in the depth
of winter is what we are,
                     were.
I love you in colors
I can't describe, see or even
                          feel.
though as seasons go
feelings seem to, I suppose,
                          change.
and once again here we
go around and around,
                     dancing.
dancing numb hoping love
is still vibrant and radiant in
                  color.
no longer dull,
in black, white or stubborn
             grey.
I fall and I fall, into the
rhythm of our waltz,
         alone.
we spin in circles
around the issues of
       love.
I love you and
I've loved you but yet
   I lost you.

bright eyes
messy hair
falling fast.
each
         longing
       g
   a
   z
       e
and stare.
you catch
my eye,
   b  l  o  w
a kiss,
take my
heart,
and here
we go.
flying,
bright eyes
into the stars
falling fast
into
nothing
but thin air.