Lover Girl

I love my blanket, I love my pillows, I love the sky, I love mangoes, and I love the sweet taste of strawberries.

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Just a small meeting and I grow connection, a bad habit. I love the way the alcohol swirls down my throat, enlightening a warm feeling in my stomach, my chest able to uncoil from my thoughts as I take another sip. 

I love the way music can sound out my emotions for when I cannot sound my thoughts... I also love him. His smile, his eyes, his nose, his hair. I'm a lover, but some may disagree.

You have to break me down to lure out the softness. I see the worst in everyone, but you make me think of the best. Maybe I should be kinder to people I meet but how can I know if they are worth my love if they can't work through my facades and walls? 

I cant. 

I love a lot, I love many, but for you I will love but one-- not plenty.