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Note for Derek
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Somewhat poems I Love…
The way your wavy brown hair falls over your eyes.
The hair that’s appearing on your chin, and how it bothers you when I touch it.
That freckle above your right eyelid.
The way you sit against the wall on your bed.
The way you wrote my name in red candle wax on your table.
The way you think your bracelet is really magic.
How you mess with your jeans that are too big.
When you walk up to me, and I get really nervous.
When I would watch you draw in art class.
The way you hate pictures, but look gorgeous in every one.
How all your opinions make me think and want to alter mine.
The little bumps on your arms.
How your face turns red.
The way you say things so bluntly.
The patches your dad puts on your pants, and that you don’t know I ripped one off and kept it.
When you say I love you.
The way we argue about Metallica.
Your semi-laugh.
When you bite my lips.
And touch my face.
When you try to act cool in front of your friends.
The blue light, in your closet, that resembles my belly button ring.
Those blood surfaced kisses on my neck.
When you said you wished I was your first, and how I wished it too.
When you stood in the bathroom with me when my nose was bleeding.
When you laughed forever while we were watching the chinks on tv.
The way you didn’t want to watch Tuck Everlasting but did it anyway.
When you complained because I don’t compliment you enough.
And the way you said nothing when I told you all the times that I did.
The way you got mad when I stayed the night at cales.
The way you wiped my tear away when we were sitting in your bed.
How you don’t like my arms, so you slap them.
When we are walking down the halls and you pester me.
When you stare at me.
Hah, and the way you have that sock on the top of your door so its able to shut.
Your pretty tool shirt, and devil boxers.
When we would skip class and lay in the halls together.
How you step on my shoes to get me to stop walking.
How you wear my bracelet.
How you watch “Everybody loves Raymond”
The way you make me feel like we are so much more than lovers.
The way you said you thought about me the whole time the storm was occurring.
How you had “us” in mind when you were writing that sonnet.
When you gave me the picture you drew, and I hung it on my door.
How I can’t stay mad at you.
How you would lean over and kiss me at red lights.
How you’re the only one that can make me happy..
Most of all I love how all these memories are pasted in my mind, I love you.
