Random Poetry

to (whoever) loves him next

To whoever loves him next:

love him.
with every fibre and atom in you.
because he will do the same.
if he doodles on you in pen (especially the skinny maroon one) appreciate it.
keep it.
keep it and stare at it at two in the morning and maybe you can decode whats swirling around in his mind.
play with his hair.
never grab his hand first because he always does it at the right time. hold onto them.
even for just a minute.
just enough to warm his freezing fingers.
he is all sharp angles and articulate lines.
he loves the dark.
he loves watching the planes in the field close to the landing.
memorize his eyes.
his freckles.
the way his mouth curls at the edges like a book.
memorize him.

because one day, every trace, every angle will be gone.

and youll be stuck writing a long love letter to whoever is lucky enough to love him next