When you find someone that's worth it

He gets mad every time I skip a meal.

He opens the door for me, 

even when it's raining.

He makes me laugh

in my worst days.

He shows up at my house with flowers, 

just because it's Thursday.

He looks me in the eyes

and he says I'm beautiful.

He shouts "I love you" at the top of his lungs,

like we were the only people in the world.

He laughs with me when I'm clumsy 

(which is often)

He hugs me all the time 

and his arms feel so much like home.

He feels warm and familiar.

He feels solid and safe.

I can tell him anything.

I can be everything with him.

I want to cling to his shirt,

bury my face into the warm curve of his neck,

and never let go.

I want to crawl into his chest

and kiss everything that he hates about himself.

I have seen him at his best,

and his worst.

I cannot decide which I love more,

his happiness,

or deep emotion.

But I love him,

all of him.

Every single side and bit.

I love the sky above his head,

the floor he walks on.

I love the words he whispers over the phone,

the noises he makes while he sleeps.

I love the cigarette essence in his kisses,

the red in his cheeks.

There is not a part of him I can't accept,

there is not a part of him I can't love.

When he's sad 

he rests his head on my lap,

when I make him sad 

he's quiet and hurt, 

but never cold.

When I make him laugh 

I think the sun was modelled on his smile,

I've been in Winter 

but he feels a lot like Summer.

I fell in love with him,

and there's nothing I can do about it.

But I stay with him because I choose to,

every day that I wake up,

every time that we fight 

or lie to each other 

or disappoint each other.

I choose him over and over again,

and he chooses me.

– m.f. // If you find someone worth writing poems about, 
don't let them go