Poems

You Favorite Color

"Your favorite colour is blue.
You like your coffee black with no room for cream,
and your soul white as driven snow but filled just the same.
Your favorite number is the one you wear proudly on your jersey each year even though the lines have no significance to your birthday,
which falls inside of your favorite season when everything starts to grow again.
You stopped growing last year but you think you would look better with an extra two inches tucked inside your shins.
You wear your hats backwards because you saw a guy do it in your favorite movie and you think it makes you look just as cool.
It doesn't.
I don't tell you,
but it messes up your hair.
If I try to fix it for you without words,
you flinch.
You don't like when people touch your hair because you know they'll get product on their fingers and you don't like to talk about that.
You don't like to talk about the girl that broke your heart last year but I know you smile whenever you think about her naked.
Her body was better than mine.
We don't talk about that either.
You drink a lot of water,
even when you're not thirsty.
You think it makes you healthier than other people.
You said you were healthy for me and I wonder if you knew that I hated to eat my greens.
You like getting drunk with your friends,
but your favorite time to drink is when you have a two-second sip whenever your favourite team runs the ball because you're superstitious.
You are so soft on the inside,
like the type of candy that melts on your tongue but sticks to your teeth.
You've always thought you'd be hard to swallow and you rest in my stomach for weeks. You are gum and I am stuck on you,
but if I were gum,
I'd be on the bottom of your shoe.
You want to make your parents proud because you're the middle child.
Your eyes are only green sometimes,
and I always make sure I tilt my head to catch it whenever they are.
Your smile wraps me up around your teeth
but I don't think you even know my favorite colour."
(k.p.k)