If I could count all the ways I love you and write it all down, if I could list them on my fingers and draw it all out; The list would never end, I’d have no space left to draw, I’d run out of fingers, And my voice would become raw. I love your voice, Your personality, They way your hand fits in mine, I love the way you laugh and make witty jokes, I even love it when you whine. I love the way you let me play with your hair, I love the way you dress, I love your piercing brown eyes, I love how they can look green under all the mess. I love the way you kiss, I love how I know every scar on your hands, I love how you smile differently around me, And how we talk about plans. I love it when you draw blue on your hand, And fidget with your pen, I love the fact that your human, And that no one else understands. I love that your broken, It reminds me it’s okay, The dark can break us all, But next to you I feel at bay. Life can be shit, We both know that, You better than me, But I love the fact that we can cry together, It feels less lonely. I love the way you make me cry, When you walk away from us, I love it when you remind me sometimes not even I can be enough. I love the fact that you moved on, And shards of glass still lay beneath your feet, I love that you still make me smile, Every single time we meet. I love that you changed from blue to black, I love the new designs, I love the way she brushes your hair different, And the way she doesn’t know your whines. I love that she still doesn’t understand, I love how she doesn’t know the smile, I love that she hasn’t discovered the green yet, I love that she will only stay a while. I love that you turned her broken, And how you dress differently now, I love that your starting to change, And that I don’t even know how. How someone so special to me can turn away, And how I cry every night, I love that your not here with me after you said forever, But forever is different now.. Since the fight. I love that she’s probably going to say the same thing when you move on to the next, I love that you did this to the girl before me, I love that we all failed your test. I love the way we all think we’re the one, I love the way boys are evil, I love they way you broke us all, I love how it all isn’t illegal. If I count the ways I love you, It all ends in distress, Because in the end it doesn’t matter how I know your scars, Or the way you dress. I counted the ways I love you, And it doesn’t end well, I love that you don’t care. And I love the fact there once was a page in my book that I didn’t mind to tell.