To the terracotta freckled green eyed boy,
I am not in love with you anymore
If I had told myself that this would happen, I would have told you that you were horribly wrong
Dear boy,
When I see you
my heart does not tap away morse code with heartbeats trying to tell you the extent of my affection
I do not dream of a future with you
Or what our daughter would look like and what she would call your parents
I do not shiver at the thought of joining our bodies in deceleration of our love
covering ourselves in sweat and humanity
I used to call the curve of your neck and the safety of your arms around me home
But I have learned that home is not you, a house, or anyone
It is myself
I will love myself to the ends of the earth
I will learn the curves and nooks of my body
Fall in love with myself because I am courageous and beautifully made
I am not in love with you anymore because I fell in love with myself
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC
To the terracotta freckled green eyed boy,
I am not in love with you anymore
If I had told myself that this would happen, I would have told you that you were horribly wrong
Dear boy,
When I see you
my heart does not tap away morse code with heartbeats trying to tell you the extent of my affection
I do not dream of a future with you
Or what our daughter would look like and what she would call your parents
I do not shiver at the thought of joining our bodies in deceleration of our love
covering ourselves in sweat and humanity
I used to call the curve of your neck and the safety of your arms around me home
But I have learned that home is not you, a house, or anyone
It is myself
I will love myself to the ends of the earth
I will learn the curves and nooks of my body
Fall in love with myself because I am courageous and beautifully made
I am not in love with you anymore because I fell in love with myself
