letters to you

letter three.

letter three.

dear you,

it only seems fair that i tell you the things i love about you, since i did with what i hate.
it only seems fair.
i don't want you to think you're all bad;
even though you are.

i love your drunken laugh.
it's loud and shaky and it brightens my veins and makes my hands warm.
i love your tongue.
i do.
i love how well it dances along side mine.
i love the feel of it,
the taste of it.
but god,
i love your lips more.
so much more.

i also love the way you roll your eyes.
you do that a lot.
or maybe that's only when i'm around.
that wouldn't surprise me.
i infuriate you almost as much as you do me.

i love when you gnaw on the tip of your sleeve.
it's probably a filthy habit,
but when i see you participating in the childish action, i can't help but grin.

in addition,
i love your smirk,
so much,
and your scowl,
and your mile long eyelashes.
your snickers,
your whispers,
i love them all.

i hate you.
i do
but not completely,
because i love you.

-me

a/n

yeah so, i fell asleep last night, so here's the third letter :)

excuse me while i continue listening to miss me by andy grammer on repeat while avoiding getting ready for school.