i hug you on tiptoes with arms around your neck like “girls do” but i haven’t been a girl since i was 7 years old and i know that how you see me doesn’t match up with who i used to be
and the first time i hugged you like that i told you i loved you smelling like 11.5 hours marinating in other people’s food and you said you knew when i said the day was horrible
and i want you to know i didn’t mean for this to happen heart eyes you don’t notice talking about you like you’re a new favorite book pages i never want to stop running my hands over papercuts be ******
but i love you for your long hair black as ink and other metaphors and i wonder if you’d let me run my fingers through it like some cheesy romance novel
i love you for your smile and how you smile at me still laughing at my lame jokes about how queer i am
i love you for how you said you just have to sing along to in the danger zone and the wall between us hid a grin so wide my cheeks hurt
and i love you even though i know this will never go anywhere because i’m never going to tell you
just how much i love you just how much i want to kiss you just how much i miss you when you’re gone
and just how much i hope you might love me back enough to let me be yours