I love you more than Mary Lambert loves hammocks.
I love you more than Hazel loved Augustus.
I love you more than every drop in the ocean, including the 95% that is still unexplored.
I love you because when I needed someone to safety pin my broken heart back together (yes this is a 5 Seconds Of Summer reference), you did.
I love you because you saw me when I was invisible to everyone else.
I love you because when I fail you'll still be here and I will sing you pretty sounds and we will make money selling your hair (Taste the TØP)
I love you because you stuck with me even when that butthole lunch lady got mad at us for "hugging".
I love you more than the amount of homophobia inside that lunch lady.
I love you more than every whole note, whole rest, half note, half rest, quarter note, quarter rest, eighth note, eighth rest, sixteenth note, sixteenth rest, thirty second note, and thirty second rest written in every song ever. And for those of you who don't know music, this means I love her a lot.
I love you because you share the same love for music that I do and my god that is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Scratch that. Second most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Right next to you.
(To be continued.)
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Wishful Thinking// Poems Age 14-16
PoetryThese are my thoughts. This is my mind. It's gross and messy, but it is what I have. Maybe you will read these and relate to them. Maybe some of these were written for people. Maybe I should just stop here because it's sort of difficult to describe...