[08/31/25]

 

my love

        his eyes are the kindest sight i've ever seen. he has a draw that i can't quite seem to explain. i always tell him they are as deep and rich as freshly poured coffee. in many ways, his soul tastes like the same love brewed in his eyes.

        i love this boy. i love his hair, his nose, his lips, his ears- and oh how i love his voice. his voice is the cream and sugar- pairing nicely with the smile that escapes his mouth. maybe sometimes, when the coffee in his eyes is brewed too bitter, the taste of sugar when our lips meet is the antidote.