the way your cheeks feel on my palms
that little stubble on your chin
the red spots on your space
because you're allergic to just about everything (but me)

i miss the familiarity of you
i miss the way your voice cracks when you sing blink-182 songs
the way your accent always shows no matter what language you use
i miss the the way you impress everyone because
you sound so different to them but so familiar to me

these men i **** do not compare to you
and i may be the most amazing lover to them
but they do not know what you have done to me
the way i will touch the sun if it means you get to live
a thousand more happy lifetimes

i miss the familiarity of you
the way you have shown me what love means
and if love truly is just a choice
i know in each universe that exists
id have chosen you,
always you.

because know this, dear:

you are my sunset, my sunrise
my stars who stay even through night and day
you are my achilles
my archangel, my lucifer
you are everything i could ever ask for
you are familiarity itself.