You

Dear Best Friend,

You ask me

What my favorite thing about you is

What draws me to you

What makes you attractive

I’m tempted to say

Your mouth

Boy

Your mouth can do wicked things

It can spill sweet words

Like honey

From your smile

Or it could cut fresh wounds

From the paper that is my flesh

And my heart

But your eyes

Your eyes are by far my favorite

Deep, knowing, and expressive

Your eyes contain the moon and the sun

Secrets and stories untold

And when you look at me

I am a puzzle

And you’re rearranging everything

I’ve ever told you about myself

Into the image of who I am

You’re figuring me out

From the inside out

Love (more than you know),

Hannah Kay