Ode to My Best Friend

Ode to my best friend (an amalgam)

I love the way your mouth is open a crack
When you put on your eyeliner
I love the way you pack
Neatly folding every item before putting it inside the suit case
I love the way your heels go up
When you walk down the hall
I love the way you go S’up?
When you plop down in front of me
I love how you take bites of your bite
Instead of shoving the whole thing inside your mouth
I love how you have spectacular sight
Seeing inside me to know what’s wrong
I love the way you make a sad face
And then you give me a hug
I love the way that I know my place
When I’m sitting next to you
I know that I can love you
Without being - romantic?
I love little things you do
Like biting your pinky nail
I love that when I’m happy
I make you happy
I love that when I’m sad
You make me happy
I love the way you laugh
When I do something stupid
Yet I don’t feel dumb
Because it’s not a patronizing laugh
I love that when you’re nervous
You clickety click your pen cap
I love that after you climb a tree
Your hands are sticky with sap
I love that when you run down a hallway
You look to see, I’m still there
I love that during class you fidget
Squirming in your chair
I love that when you call
You say, hey it’s me
I love that when I point out the obvious
You say, “Yes I see”
I love that when you laugh
your mouth opens wide
I love that when we argue
we're on the same side
I love that when you skip
your hair bounces up and down
I love how your eyebrows meet
when and if you frown
I love that when I'm crying
you can cry with me
I love that you're my friend
Because with out you
I'd be lost, you see?