Things I didn’t know I loved

I didn’t know I loved the smell of old books

Like adventure, romance, death, lost love

It smells like all of those

It smells like stories

I didn’t know I loved the look of things organized

Bricks laid in a straight line

The black keys of the keyboard as I type the uniformed letters

When things are even. Straight. Right.

I didn’t know I loved the sound of pencils

Scratching ideas and rushed notes

Tearing through poorly written words

Confessing secrets, gossip, love

I didn’t know I loved the feel of a kiss

Soft and intimate

Just for me

And just for him

I didn’t know I loved words

The pressing of them on my tongue, on my fingers, on my pen

There’s a 50/50 chance with words

They build up, they destroy. You love them, you hate them