ephemeral

yellow roses

i love yellow roses
that come from groceries.
i love peanut butter
when it's paired with chocolate.
i love when it rains at night
and when the sun sets.
i love bench seats in trucks
and when we hold hands.
i love the way your cheek
felt against the top of my hair.
i love being barefoot
and strawberries.
i love kisses on first dates
and that feeling that comes after.
i love driving fast
down country roads
and when the guy gets the girl
at the end of the movie.
i love falling asleep next to
somebody i'm in love with
and waking up to the aroma
of coffee grounds.
i love slow dancing in the kitchen
and staying up late talking
about the things that
make us who we are.
i love getting to learn every single
curve, crease, and line
that is you.
i love how you let me in that night
and knocked all your walls down
just because you liked what you saw
within me.
i love the little things in my life.
i love ice cream
especially the cookie dough kind
and i love the sad songs
that make people cry more than
those happy ones.
i love wavy hair and i love pasta.
i love having a room to myself
or the day to do whatever i want.
i love being alone most of the time
and i love getting motivational texts
from friends at random times.
i love the smell of coconut
because it makes me think of home.
i love remembering that i have existed
in so many places
and have gotten to know
so many faces.
most of the things i love
i can't even begin to explain.
like the yellow roses.
i don't even understand why
i love them the way that i do,
yet they are my favorites.
they are the flowers
that bring me the most joy
and cultivate love within me.
and in most ways,
you are like the yellow roses.