You are all the beautiful things

People like you are hard to define and express with words. You are the whole pie and not just a slice. A soul that gives meaning to the word "soulful" and the food in the plate or magazine article everybody saves for the end. You are warm and too beautiful to be real. The poem that has so much emotion in it that people are left with mixed feelings or even cry after reading it. You could leave a scar in this world or kill if you wanted but you don't know that. You are good memories behind pictures and the sigh you make when you know you are where you want to be. You are the strong and quiet that everybody wishes to be. A contagious smile and contagious everything. You are the sunset that saves people and the one sentence in a bad book or line in a bad movie that gets people to stay for the whole thing. The underrated quote and the good that you realize your dad has done for you when you grow up. You are the book that inspires people to write. The act of dancing in the street with someone you love with one hand in his and a glass of wine in the other. You are the movie that gets people thinking forever and a mind I want to be trapped in. The hidden vintage bookstore that you eventually find in your life, only if you're lucky enough. You are the raise of an eyebrow of someone beautiful and what comes to mind when you hear the word "cotton". Hazel eyes with rings of gold that only people who love you, truly love you will see. You are the pillow people keep for years even when it hurts their neck to lie on it because it provides comfort and emotional stability. The light that lands on your skin from outside the window of your car during a long car ride at night. You are so special, you are shadows on skin and skin and skin. Eye contact with the love of your life and being privileged enough to be allowed to stare into his eyes so long you realize that his eyes are not blue or green like everybody says, but gray. You are so beautiful and you have so much in you, I wish you could see it so fucking badly. You are the laugh that gets a person to hate every other person's laugh and the strawberries in a pool of oat. A dream and the things in a person that gets people to fall in love. You are the comic book you just don't forget because you just can't and the details in songs, movies and books that makes it all whole. Songs in movies that get you so in love you look for them and the sentence in a book that people will always remember. You are what bravery looks like and the first red lipstick that a teenage girl owns. The old large book in the library that everybody has picked up but very few have read but once they do, oh god they do. You are the act of screaming at nothing as you heavy your foot on the accelerator of your car and the kind of pain that you feel is stuck in your throat. The throwing of glass with the knowledge that yes, it will break and no, you don't care. You are the forget-me-not that actually ends at "he loves me" and you are the slow calm drive back home after because you know you don't have to rush for anything, he already loves you and you already love life. You are the brick walls in Greece and the look in his eyes when you smiled that nobody ever really forgets. The act of looking at somebody from across the room like both of you have a secret big enough to call it what it is - a secret. You are a smile and the only tile on the pavement without a crack in it. How it looks when milk fills dark coffee with it's silky white and not how it looks after. You are the feeling you get when you put gloves on on a winter's day. The good cherries and not the ones you see on top of a glass of milkshake from that diner down the street. You are the act of climbing off a gate at 2 in the morning to meet the love of your life and the feeling you get when you look at him in the eye after and know he makes everything, anything worth it. The knowing of the bad that is going to happen but the courage that brings you to make every second count enough for you to know you've done your best in the future. 

— m.f. // You are all the beautiful things