Untitled Poetry

Thirty Four

It's the way he laughs,
The way his eyes light up,
The way he holds himself so tall,
The way he fights for our country,
The way his dimples show when he smiles,
The way he yells at the tv when he plays video games.
His freckles,
His imperfections,
His facial structure,
His style,
His music,
His personality,
His voice,
His soul.
It's everything about him.
He is
e v e r y t h i n g.
My
p o i s o n.
My
i n t o x i c a t i o n.
My sole
p u r p o s e.
My
l i f e.
I'm very much in love with this boy.