If I was a love poet,
I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful even on days when everything around you is ugly.
I’d write about your eyelashes, and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink.
If I was a love poet,
I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture every time I hear the vibration in your voice.
Or whenever I see your name on the caller ID, my heart...
It plays hopscotch inside of my chest. It climbs onto my ribs like monkey bars,
and I feel like a child all over again.

And I know that this is gonna sound weird,
but sometimes,
I pray that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without
you.
I swear, I’m usually not a love poet, but if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love,
my first poem...
I swear that it would be about...
It would be about you.