I love the way you look at me when you tell me you love me,
I love the way you hold my hand in public, like no one is watching,
I love the way you hold me and tell me we will get through this,
I love the way you love me, even if it’s permissible.
I love how you’re so extra and dye your hair Even if it’s not necessary,
I love the way grab my thigh as you kiss me,
I love the way you whisper,
I love the way you think,
I love the way you look.

I love you

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I want your attention and I want all of it.

Like art she was,
Her body was an exhibit.
Many people had visited her on display,
She was art,
She was beauty

i should have taken it as sign
when you told me
you hated poetry
not because
i need you to like
everything i like
or i need you to appreciate
everything i appreciate
but because
when i told you
what it felt like for me
to write poetry
and to read poetry
the feeling of being
grounded and understood
all at once
the feeling of
having somewhere to escape to
and finding a home
you still told me
you hated poetry

I’m still just getting silence from you...
But the silence is what will **** me

I miss your words.

Are you still here?
Because I’m not getting replies,
And the days are getting lonely without you.

I loved reading your sweet rhymes,
But now all I get silence.