11/12/20
For JustChillnHere
I love you so much,
so much it scares me.
God, I love you so much.

Here's to another year of your existence,
I'm so honored to be apart of it.

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You Deserve To Be In Poetry

You're the thing I write about most.
I can't help but look back at our time together,
And feel love. So much love.

So much love I feel the need to scream.
But I don't think screaming does it justice.
So I try to capture it on the page.
Give just a bit more of my soul
to making sure you're remembered in poems.

Someone as perfect as you has to be in poetry.
It would be a sin to not write about
someone like you in poems.

The words, my words,
Will never do you justice.
But I can't help but try.
You deserve to be in poetry.

The kind of poetry that will
be read for centuries.
The kind of poetry that will
make people remember.
The kind of poetry that will
touch their souls.
The kind of poetry that will
make them wish they knew you.

I want to capture you perfection in words.
I don't think I can.
I'll try.

I'll put my tears into the page.
I'll watch as it messes up the words.

Fuck, I love you.
I didn't know you can love your
best friend like this.

Maybe we're just special.
I know you are.

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Love You Everyday

I want to hold you close.
God, I dream about it.
About later.

When I get to share a home with you.

When we're broke college students,
who are filled with hope.

When I get to talk to you for hours
in our apartment.

When you get to pester me to
take care of myself.

When I get to annoy you while you're working, and try to make you smile.

When you get to show me your cooking skills,
and I'll wash the dishes.

I want to be able to cuddle with you.
I want to be able to do it spontaneously.
I want to be able to decide at 2 AM
that sleep is impossible.

I want to be able to crawl into bed with you,
because you smell and feel like home.

I want to hold you when you cry,
I want to be held by you when I cry.

Fuck. I sound like I'm in love. I sort of am.

No one ever said you can't be
in love with you best friend
in the most platonic of ways.

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The Lucky Ones

I know we confuse people.
They think we're siblings,
and if we're not siblings
we must be in a relationship.

And when we say no, they look at us weird.
They're the ones missing out.
They're the unlucky ones.

Because they don't have a best friend like you.

A friend that knows you,
when you don't know yourself.

A friend who will just walk up to you,
and sway with you for a few moments
in each others arms.

I friend who puts up with all of your bullshit,
a friend who despite all indication,
claims your the better half,
when it's clearly the other way around.

I don't know what I'd do without you,
so thank you.
Thank you so, so much.

I know it's not easy to love me,
but you still do, despite it all.

I love you.
I love you.
I love you.

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