CJS

To you.

..........

CJS.

You are such a dork.

Loser. Nerd. Babe.

You claim you're not expressive,

But then how come I see shooting stars in your eyes

When I hear you speak of science, of dolphins, of tools, of homework, of trees?

You're a hypocritical, sleep deprived, stubborn ass goof with

The work ethic of a fifth grader and yet somehow, you never cease to amaze me.

Last night, I told you you reminded me of the fairy lights on Christmas day.

They're so goddamn beautiful.

You said you didn't know what that meant and yet you smiled anyway.

There are times when the puns get out of hand and all I can do is

Roll my eyes and try my hardest not to facepalm.

I know it hasn't even been that long, but God, 

I just wanna be good for you.

I want you to laugh when I struggle to cut my waffles in the morning.

I want you to smile because turning pink around you is inevitable.

I want you to stay awake 'til the crack of dawn just to hear me talk about butterflies.
I want you to know that I won't always be beautiful.
In fact, most of the time, I won't be.
Pajamas, messy buns, and a tired complexion=Me 24/7

I want you to smirk when I'm getting sarcastic.

I want you to stay long after everyone else has left.

I want you to remember every time I've called you love.

I want to go on walks and talk about the clouds.

I want to watch movies 'til the end of time.

I want to make you smile every day if I can.

I want to know you like no one does.

I want to love you the only way I know how.

And I know love poems are a bit overrated,

So if I creeped you out, I'm sorry,

But you're cool.

And I like you.

I hope you don't mind.

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The result of Humanities boredom. It was fun.

Hasta la proxima!

Much love xoxo

Maya