TO NO ONE IN PARTICULAR

I think You’re really cute.

But not like in a truck driver whistling at you kinda way.

More like a shirtless Pharrell hugging himself ‘Frontin’ kinda way.

Like a Tevin Campbell, I genuinely just wanna know your name kinda way.

Like a ‘Whatever tf Big Sean is doing to Jhene’ kinda way.

Like a Poetic Justice (still haven’t seen it, but I’m sure I’m right) kinda way.

You have a soft warm spirit.

And not in a ‘mother me like my mother never did’ kinda way.

But more like a muffins coming out the stove kinda way.

Like a 2 blankets on a November night kinda way.

Like a look at your lips before I kiss them kinda way.

Like a ‘I know both our eyes are closed, but I know we can both see this image’ kinda way

I like your curls.

And not in an ‘exotic’ kinda way.

But like a ‘Yes Melanin’ kinda way.

Like a ‘Curls are professional too’ kinda way.

Like a ‘Fuckkkkk professionalism anyways’ kinda way.

Like something in the paintings that I follow on Instagram.

Anyone would love you.

But not just anyone could love you.

You’re like my favorite jam.

And not in a mainstream kinda way.

But like a fav local artist kinda way.

Way way cooler.

Your eyes are demanding.

Both in a you and me kinda way.

K bye.