i have a weakness for the feeling this love makes for good pens and cool hikes and blank pages and new music i have a weakness for the dim blue light in your bedroom from the tv we pretend to watch and i have a weakness for the way you sometimes softly speak your thoughts i have a weakness for tree trunks i can't wrap my arms all the way around and for car rides with the windows down my knees go ******* weak every time you touch me and i bite my ******* lip every time we make eye contact and all my peripheral vision sees is the ceiling, i have a weakness for blue eyes and blonde hair for striped bed sheets now, for bass guitars and the little habits you keep ihaveaweaknessforthefeelingthislovemakes, i get so weak i'd crumble up my rib cage just to prove you have access to my heart but the miraculous thing is this feeling of weakness that comes with love is incomparable to the way that you make me strong