The embodiments of love and hate

The embodiments of love

Has anyone told you that you're a bookshelf? Because you are. You're plain, awkward and stubborn. When you try to dress nicely it resembles the swirls and patterns adorning tanned wood. You also hold priceless information. The most absurd, random facts spew out of your mouth like a book tumbling off a shelf. You have to ability to make spectacular stories faster than I can remember my own mothers name.

You are loud and outspoken, just like the wind. Fierce, you're presence is always known and you are ready to battle all who come in your way. But like a gentle breeze that tickles my skin, I have seen you be gentle and kind. Soft like the air caressing my cheek.

If I were an animal, I think I would be a chameleon. Always changing for you to notice me. But you remind me of a bee, and not because of you're black hair and Amber eyes. It's not even because of the way your words batter me like a bee repeatedly flying into a window. Its because of how unnoticed and underrated you are, yet your work is unfathomable. Bees are considered a necessity for life. You are the necessity for mine.

Orange is your favourite colour, the exact shade of the worn converse you always wear. It suits you. Yellow to match your cheeky grin and airy laugh. The laugh I only see from afar, like a kitten I don't want to scare away. Because I know I would. Bright red is woven into your personality like a cactus spine. To most it is a colour that screams at you to run away, warning of danger for those too stupid enough to back down. But for me it resembles to soft red of a rose that I can't help but be fascinated by. With these colours swirled together in perfect proportions, they create you.

Yesterday at lunch I told you that my French fry reminded me of you. You yelled at me and stormed of like you always do, never giving me chance to explain. I didn't mean greasy, limp, or salty. Just think about it. A potato is so plain and simple, yet they have immense potential. Just like you. If you put your mind to it, you could be anything; just like a potato can become fries, mash or crisps. Did you know fries are my favourite food? One things for sure- you wouldn't be a carrot. Carrots are supposed to be good for sight, but you're blind as a bat. And I don't mean that because you're short sighted.

I bought you coffee last week, but you just shoved it in my face, claiming that I was trying to poison you. I didn't know you only drink tea. Although, it does make sense: tea is soothing and sweet, the perfect prize after a long day. It's aftermath leaves you refreshed, and warm and fuzzy on the inside. It deserves to be a nation's favourite. Just like you are mine.

I thought it would be sweet to leave a pair of fluffy socks in your locker as a gift. Socks are overlooked, but important. Without socks my feet would be cold and uncomfortable. That's how I feel without you. They had a cute design with little bees on it; it was supposed to symbolise something. I didn't expect you to gag and toss them aside, angrily exclaiming that they stunk (they didn't, they were brand new). I came to apologise to you later, but I slipped and knocked you into a pile of mud. I'm sorry that I always mess things up.

I was going to buy you a fruit basket to make it up to you, but I didn't know which ones you like. Perhaps a coconut as your shell seems impossible to crack. Or maybe a pepper, that- just like you- can be sweet, or spicy and pack a punch. At least I think they're fruit. Either way, deciding was just as hard as trying to make you laugh. The only time you laughed at me is when I asked you to prom on Tuesday. Why?

I have acted like a lost puppy, barking for your attention. But like scum on your shoes, you ignore me.

I have tried everything to get you to like me. But like a lioness rejects her defective cub, you shun me.

I have tried so hard, but every plan is like looking down the barrel of a gun. They always backfire.

And all this for what?

Because believe it or not Addison Song, I love you.

Love: Benjamin Slayter.

Ps: even covered in mud, you're beautiful ;)