poetry

what I love the most

 what I love the most 

I love your sleepy voice in the mornings,
and how when id wake, your freckled cheeks
were the first thing to greet me.

the way your voice shakes when
you tell me that I'm yours,
even though you tell me often enough.

how you pout at me, especially when I'm angry,
making it incredibly hard to stay angry.

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