In the past year I fell in love
With parts of you
The way you drink iced coffee
No matter the season
The way your eyes get when you’re tired
And they’re more green
Than brown
The sound of your voice at 6am
Low and rough
But still playful enough to tell you’re joking
You never take anything seriously

The way you laugh at your own jokes
Even if nobody else finds them funny
When your eyes crinkle
Because you refuse to get glasses
I wouldn’t trade it for the world

These things are not mine to love
I don’t have your heart
But I hope the girl who does is happy with it
I hope she wakes up everyday
And counts the small things
That make you unbelievably you
I hope she holds onto your heart
Brings it gently to her chest
And thanks a god you don’t believe in
For being lucky enough to hold it