You Are Not
Your height
Your nick names
You are not
Your parent's expectations,
Or your own mistakes
You are you.
You are
The way you clear your throat, every few minutes
The space between us in the silence.
Your serious face
The cheesy smiles
You are
The furrowed brows when nothing goes as planned.
The narrowed eyes when teased
The sparkle of mischief in your eyes
You are the ways you stroke my hands, as if you had gone blind,
as if everything was engraved in braille on my thumbs.
You are the hugs that banish seconds and hours.
You are whatever else you choose to become.
Including to be mine.
Made: Sept 8th 2014
