my only love poem, and im still not in love.

because you say red makes me look hotter
ha. and you say i'm beautiful no matter
what
i love that
i love that
that you know how to show a girl a good time
the way you hold my hand
its more than a shallow grip
its a tounge-tied lullaby
as cliche as it sounds

its the way you text me when your bored
and the way you don't care
that i don't text back
the way your IM always ends with
100 years or more!
and the way
you sing to me
everyday
when i wake up
and when i don't want to hear it
ha. this is more than what i thought
this is more than your love
its more than me
its got to be something more.

these wings won't go away.
especially when i hate pina coladas
and especially
when i don't feel wonderful tonight
but holmes and clapton have nothing
on the way you make me feel