I have a thing for scents
Especially ones I can\'t describe
Like how certain people smell
Like my dad smells like beer and deodorant and... oil?
My mom smells like weed and vanilla
My brother smells like Christmas morning before our parents wake up, like coming home after trick or treating. Like home.
But him? He smells like happiness
He smells like a chocolate cologne and hair gel, he smells like telling me to smile
He smells like \"You\'re an angel\"
He smells like comfort, and insanity
He smells like a good poem
He smells like I can sleep good tonight if I\'m in his arms
I also have a thing for voices and laughs
And how they always sound different for different reasons
His voice is like dark chocolate with sea salt, filled with caramel
It\'s a bittersweet sound, underlined with soft hugs
His voice is a song sung with an acoustic guitar next to a lake
His voice is like running and jumping over a hurdel
And landing it
Without slowing down
He sounds like bliss
But it changes so much too
And I\'ve realized that I like things that aren\'t constant more than I do things that are
And his voice is so odd
He\'s got that morning vocie going on mid afternoon,
And sometimes that accent still slips out when he gets all serious and it\'s so soft as if a sound could hug
I have a thing for things I can\'t explain right
I have a thing for him
I have a thing for running in the rain
Which is how it feels to jump into his arms and smell that unexplainable comfort
I have a thing for odd people
For insanity
For candles that hide the pot that I don\'t smoke
For lotion that makes the scars fade faster
But also for the razor
I guesss I just have a thing for having a thing
And right now,
I\'m glad, my thing is him