1d
You’re the unsaved drafts
in my notes app
the one I keep rewriting
but never quite finish.
You’re the glitch
in my favorite playlist
skipping just enough
to make me rewind and replay.
You’re that $20 bill I forgot
in my coat pocket
found right
when I was broke
enough to pray for it.
When you’re here
Let it be like
late-night drive-thru l
fries hot and golden
perfect until the last one
reminder to savor
because nothing good
lasts forever
Your laugh?
That’s the secret ingredient
In your grandmother’s gumbo
the one nobody
can replicate
Tasting flavors sitting
on tongues
tells me stories
I didn’t know I needed
to remember.
But your
no easy recipe
you’re hand-rolled sushi
with too much wasabi
slap of heat I chase
because the burn feels
like a dare
I double dog dare you
To say yes
To us
I sip the sweetness sighs
like chamomile
but brace myself
for the bite
of your truths
never sugarcoated
and somehow
that’s the part
that tastes like love.
I’m not here
to cage you.
Go, dance barefoot
on somebody
else’s rooftop
call the moon
by her first name
lose your voice
screaming
at concerts for songs
you don’t know.
Just promise me
you’ll come
back with stories
or at least let me be
the one
you text at 2 a.m.
when you’re drunk
enough to admit
you miss me.
We don’t need titles
no labels
to make this fit
neatly into anyone’s
definition
Because defining
means endings
And there no end to us
You’re the blueprint
I study without tracing
the corner of the puzzle
I start with
but I don’t need
the picture
on the box to find
my way
Because when we’re together
we’re jazz at 2 a.m
improvised scatting flawless
messy in all the right ways.
You strum my nerves
like bassline
plucking
the parts of me
I didn’t know could sing
Be earworm hook
stuck on repeat
beat my skin memorizes
without permission.
So, don’t worry
about defining us.
We’re vinyl, baby
scratched and spinning
but always worth
the needle drop.
We’re the unwritten verse
at the end of a love song
the kind you hum
in the shower
when nobody’s
listening
And if this is all
we ever are
the pause between
heartbeats
sparks before the fire
ellipsis in an unfinished
sentence of…
then so be it.
As long as when
you’re here
you love me loud
love me free
Love language me
Words and music
Speak to me
love me like a confession
only we were meant
to keep.
in my notes app
the one I keep rewriting
but never quite finish.
You’re the glitch
in my favorite playlist
skipping just enough
to make me rewind and replay.
You’re that $20 bill I forgot
in my coat pocket
found right
when I was broke
enough to pray for it.
When you’re here
Let it be like
late-night drive-thru l
fries hot and golden
perfect until the last one
reminder to savor
because nothing good
lasts forever
Your laugh?
That’s the secret ingredient
In your grandmother’s gumbo
the one nobody
can replicate
Tasting flavors sitting
on tongues
tells me stories
I didn’t know I needed
to remember.
But your
no easy recipe
you’re hand-rolled sushi
with too much wasabi
slap of heat I chase
because the burn feels
like a dare
I double dog dare you
To say yes
To us
I sip the sweetness sighs
like chamomile
but brace myself
for the bite
of your truths
never sugarcoated
and somehow
that’s the part
that tastes like love.
I’m not here
to cage you.
Go, dance barefoot
on somebody
else’s rooftop
call the moon
by her first name
lose your voice
screaming
at concerts for songs
you don’t know.
Just promise me
you’ll come
back with stories
or at least let me be
the one
you text at 2 a.m.
when you’re drunk
enough to admit
you miss me.
We don’t need titles
no labels
to make this fit
neatly into anyone’s
definition
Because defining
means endings
And there no end to us
You’re the blueprint
I study without tracing
the corner of the puzzle
I start with
but I don’t need
the picture
on the box to find
my way
Because when we’re together
we’re jazz at 2 a.m
improvised scatting flawless
messy in all the right ways.
You strum my nerves
like bassline
plucking
the parts of me
I didn’t know could sing
Be earworm hook
stuck on repeat
beat my skin memorizes
without permission.
So, don’t worry
about defining us.
We’re vinyl, baby
scratched and spinning
but always worth
the needle drop.
We’re the unwritten verse
at the end of a love song
the kind you hum
in the shower
when nobody’s
listening
And if this is all
we ever are
the pause between
heartbeats
sparks before the fire
ellipsis in an unfinished
sentence of…
then so be it.
As long as when
you’re here
you love me loud
love me free
Love language me
Words and music
Speak to me
love me like a confession
only we were meant
to keep.
