by Hayley Vinson
I am the kind of person who speeds up at yellow lights trying to get home to text you once before you get on a plane to Israel
I am the kind of person who looks at you too much when im driving because I know youre there and it feels like a cyclone in my Ford Focus
I am the kind of person who notices your acne scars like stars in the sky, making constellations while you are asleep
I am the kind of person who hasn’t grown into red wine yet (sorry I didn’t tell you that before)
The kind of person who feels airplane turbulence in my stomach
The kind of person who feels airplane turbulence like dying a thousand times while I smile bright enough to ignite the 3 cans of hairspray my grandmother uses every week
The kind of person who never wants to know the girls you’ve fucked because I know I’ve already won
The kind of person who is trying to meet the new person I became a while ago and never met
The kind of person who knows being in love is being in love with everything around you
Person that doesn’t know how long this movie is, but baby, I don’t care
Person that notices the veins in my feet and fears them like age worming its way into me
Person that broke into the central park zoo with you by accident that one time and knew that right then if we ever got married we have to get married in central park zoo because we broke into it by accident that one time
Person that will pick all the freckles off your body and blow them out of my hand and onto your back like glitter or snow
Person that doesn’t know when I might love you but knows that I might