she is a sunflower in a field of roses
the speckles on her cheeks makes everyone feel as if they were looking at the stars
i always find myself staring too long.
the breathy laugh that falls from her lips, floats through the air and coats my heart in a warmth that i've never felt before.
she is a home, a person i fall on whenever my life has crumbled to my feet. she is water in a drought, and a hand holding mine as the war outside my bedroom windows roars louder than the music beading through my earbuds.
she is my mother, my sister and best friend in one.
her mind is beyond this generation, her words, the way she talks is mesmerizing - beautiful. it's as if the words come simply, able to create something in ways my words will never be able to describe.
her hands press to the side of my cheek,
wiping away the tears that seems to fall from my eyes like dripping candle wax.
she is the only one who i allow to yell at me
over the phone and the only one who can make me laugh ten seconds later.
she reminds me of rain rolling down my car window, she is the broken english spoken in my household, she is the sun seeping through the hole in my bedroom curtain.
she is the lew to my sean, and so much more.
reg, you will always be my best friend. thank you so much for being there for me and making me a bts whore
lastly, i love you.
