i've never understood
how someone could
miss the smell of my perfume,
the curls in my hair
crave the taste of my lips,
the touch of my skin
lie awake at night
unable to fall asleep without me in their arms
how someone
would know that i'm lactose intolerant
but that every saturday night,
i sneak off to the nearby icecream shop
and buy a chocolate cone with blueberry icecream
or that
whenever i writing poetry
i hate using capital "i"s
because i feel that makes me seem
too self important
how could someone bother to remember
all the little things i do
like hiding my face when i laugh
scrunching my nose when i write
and biting my bottom lip when i'm nervous
moreover,
how could they look at my
swollen lips
and then still dream of them at night?

i've spent my whole life
falling in love with the little things
like the freckle under your nose
& the way you look people in the eye when you speak to them
the way you always give up your seat when you see someone deserving
& the way you pronounce some words differently
(i really love how you say "hollow" and "obviously")
i've never found it odd how deeply i cherish these little things about you
i guess i just never thought
there'd be somebody
who'd fall in love
with me too