I write this with tears in my eyes.
Not of anger or sorrow
But of love.
The tremble of my fingers smears the ink of my pen.
A memory I've kept so dear,
Like a child with his teddy bear-
An angel in a black tie-dye BMTH shirt,
The one I gave you.
You wore almost every time I saw you
You said it was soft.
You loved it so much.
I still remember every outfit you've ever worn.
When we first met:
The long sleeve HDLMS shirt, black pants, black vans.
Your hair was up in a bun,
One I've come to love.
You wore red lipstick,
Which you didn't know yet I loved so much.
Our first kiss at my job:
A black shirt, cheetah pants.
Your hair was still curled from your competition-
I thought you should have won-
You wore a purple-ish lipstick.
When it came time for us to leave, I picked you a flower,
You surprised me with a kiss.
God, that kiss from one of his finest creations.
That's when I knew we were meant for each other.
When I came to your house:
You wore that BMTH shirt, black leggings, white vans.
Your makeup was done
Your hair in a bun.
How beautiful you looked.
We sat outside
Talked for hours.
We looked at the stars and talked of god.
I knew he was real every time I looked in your eyes.
Your sister's birthday:
A metallica shirt with the sleeves cut, blue jeans, black vans.
You wore that same lipstick from when we first kissed.
We had dinner,
I had some beer.
We kissed.
I couldn't let you go.
When you came to my house:
I don't remember what you wore, only what you didn't.
I do remember that candle you dropped and how I told you to run.
That was fun.
The first time in Grapevine:
You wore a red flannel, a denim jacket, black pants, black vans.
We had dinner.
I had water.
I was sick, but you still let me sneak a kiss.
Photos under the mistletoe,
The first time I picked you up.
I got you that ******* you wanted.
The second time in Grapevine:
God I had never seen a sight so divine.
You wore bedsheets better than Kim wears Givenchi.
I couldn't keep my hands to myself
And you were okay with it.
I told you I loved you
And I meant it.
I still do.
I'm going to miss your eyes
Your smile
The way you looked at me when I made a ******** remark.
The way we play argued
And you let me nibble on your neck-
That made you giggle.
Our tickle fights-
How I adore your laugh.
The way you hugged me when you saw me-
I could tell you were true.
My other half,
When you read this I want you to know,
I love you more than the stars I hold dear-
More than the air that I breathe,
And oh how I love to breathe.
Te amo mi amor.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
I write this with tears in my eyes.
Not of anger or sorrow
But of love.
The tremble of my fingers smears the ink of my pen.
A memory I've kept so dear,
Like a child with his teddy bear-
An angel in a black tie-dye BMTH shirt,
The one I gave you.
You wore almost every time I saw you
You said it was soft.
You loved it so much.
I still remember every outfit you've ever worn.
When we first met:
The long sleeve HDLMS shirt, black pants, black vans.
Your hair was up in a bun,
One I've come to love.
You wore red lipstick,
Which you didn't know yet I loved so much.
Our first kiss at my job:
A black shirt, cheetah pants.
Your hair was still curled from your competition-
I thought you should have won-
You wore a purple-ish lipstick.
When it came time for us to leave, I picked you a flower,
You surprised me with a kiss.
God, that kiss from one of his finest creations.
That's when I knew we were meant for each other.
When I came to your house:
You wore that BMTH shirt, black leggings, white vans.
Your makeup was done
Your hair in a bun.
How beautiful you looked.
We sat outside
Talked for hours.
We looked at the stars and talked of god.
I knew he was real every time I looked in your eyes.
Your sister's birthday:
A metallica shirt with the sleeves cut, blue jeans, black vans.
You wore that same lipstick from when we first kissed.
We had dinner,
I had some beer.
We kissed.
I couldn't let you go.
When you came to my house:
I don't remember what you wore, only what you didn't.
I do remember that candle you dropped and how I told you to run.
That was fun.
The first time in Grapevine:
You wore a red flannel, a denim jacket, black pants, black vans.
We had dinner.
I had water.
I was sick, but you still let me sneak a kiss.
Photos under the mistletoe,
The first time I picked you up.
I got you that ******* you wanted.
The second time in Grapevine:
God I had never seen a sight so divine.
You wore bedsheets better than Kim wears Givenchi.
I couldn't keep my hands to myself
And you were okay with it.
I told you I loved you
And I meant it.
I still do.
I'm going to miss your eyes
Your smile
The way you looked at me when I made a ******** remark.
The way we play argued
And you let me nibble on your neck-
That made you giggle.
Our tickle fights-
How I adore your laugh.
The way you hugged me when you saw me-
I could tell you were true.
My other half,
When you read this I want you to know,
I love you more than the stars I hold dear-
More than the air that I breathe,
And oh how I love to breathe.
Te amo mi amor.
