those random emo nights

I like your eyes. No, I love them.

I love the them for looking at me like Im the only thing existing.

 Like I'm the very book they were looking for in a bookstore. 

Like they were afraid I might  disappear in a snap and you want to savour every sight of me.

I love your hands, too, left and right.

I love them for letting me feel safe every time I cross the road

For writing the letters you were giving me

For patiently tying my hair when I ask you to

photo from google

photo from google

I love your arms. They're my favorite.

I love them for wrapping themselves around me when Im upset.

Or when I fail in a test 

and when I cry over stupid little things.

Most of all, I love your heart. 

I love it for beating so fast when I hug you

or when I say I love you

I love it for being patient in waiting for me

for caring still even after love wounded it 

I love your heart for letting  your eyes,

your hands, your arms

do those things for me.