Twirling in a computer chair
trying to find the words
what makes me....me?
So different than others.
The same streaked hair, eyes, nose and mouth as so many.
The same cold feet, the same chewed cuticles.
The same old toothbrush.
The same jeans as she, the same lip gloss as another, the same boots as one more.
Loving you makes me myself
I am different, beautiful and brave.
I stand out in a room, my laugh can be heard for miles.
A short glance, a secret smile.
an inside joke.
Hair intertwined on one pillow, impossible to separate strand by strand.
No words Necessary.
No careful phrasing, no choked tears.
No unanswered questions.
One glance, one syllable, one breath.
and all is understood.
My flaws are adored, my weaknesses are strengths, my habits are unique.
My eyes are a shade only you would recognize in a sea of blues.
all of these and more, are why I love you.
