I love your laugh
and your smile
I love the way you walk
and your sense of style
I love the depth of your eyes
and your loving sarcasm
I love the way you look
and the way you ******

But I love the way you think
and the words that you say
and how you know
when I’m not okay
and the way that you always say
I love you

I love the heart emojis
when we text
I love your wit
and how I never know whats next
because you keep me
on my toes
and you extinguish my prose
which don’t matter anyway
because words can not say
how much
I love you

When you say you love me back
it lifts my soul
It makes me so happy
it makes me feel whole
Until I hear you tell every one else
you love them
You love him
you love her
you love this
you love that
you love everything that you see
you even “love” me
but how am I supposed to feel
when I don’t know if your “love” is real

It’s like that saying says
"if every one is special
no one is”
If you love everything
love becomes the normal
so to say you love me too
is really just a formality
But the sad part is
I still tell you
I love you

And I still love
when you say
“I love you” back
even though I know
for a fact
that it shouldn’t make me
feel special..
But it does because
I’ve gone too far
and I’ve said too much
My feeling are too strong
and my mind’s made up

And it breaks my heart
that I only get a small part
of your love
when I give you all of mine
and all of his
and all of hers
and all of this’
and all of that’s
It’s all yours
No one gets any of it
because
I love you
I don’t say it
to anyone else