I love the way you smile

The awkward way you laugh

  When you try to stop

                   but can’t

    I love the way you speak

      even when you’re bitchy

  and sarcasm 

     is the only language you’ll speak

I love to watch you move

   every action seems so meditated

       concise,

            and well thought-out

      ~except when you trip

   then it’s all flailing limbs

  And I love the way you blush,

   always so sudden

 so i’ll stand on my tiptoes

  try to kiss it away

      curl my hand around your neck

        rest my forehead against yours

  and whisper “it’s ok,

                              you’re my idiot anyway.”