favoritest

you are my favorite smell.

you're the trees in Vermont and the sound lightbulbs make when they go out.

you're the tan journal on my shelf that I carried across America.

and the pages are worn, some streaked with tears,

but so are you.

you are my favorite temperature.

you make me cold and warm all at once;

hot enough to light the match

with an ability to tame the forest fires in my fingertips.

you are my favorite flavor.

lips on lips on cheeks on hands on hearts.

you are my favorite sound.

a mixtape of alternative songs that pick up pace until we're rapping.

but news flash:

all the hurt lyrics are beautiful.

you're the difference between miles and kilometers,

whose engines are always running on good love

and no matter which word you choose,

your heart will always be the same distance from my hands.

you catch my eye in the rearview mirror.

check your watch.

it's sometime between silence and chaos

but time is a circle and circles never end,

so make your silence matter

as much as your chaos.

you are my favorite pairs of eyes and ears and hands,

you are my favorite mix of American Kids and gold leaf postcards.

you are my favorite day in April.

my favorite day in March.

my favorite day of high school.

my favorite day.

you are my favorite.

my favoritest.

and I don't care if that defies the laws God made for words,

"-est" is too high to be messed with

and so are my feelings for you.

you are my

favoritest.

my favoritest person I've ever met.