I could breed something, baby.
I could breed something hateful and disparaging.
But I rather not, tonight.
Tonight, I want to talk about the beauty.
Even if it keeps my keys wet,
I'll speak of it and get it out of my system.

I loved waking up next to you, holding you tight
and reminding you that you always had a big spoon,
even though deep down, I wished I was the little one.

I loved getting you presents I know you'd adore,
because it just reassured me I can still make you curve your lips
and be gifted by you.

I loved cooking you food you enjoy,
your stomach is an extension of your heart,
and boy, did I keep it warm.

I love how much I loved you.
I'll admire this and embrace the loss.
Feel the sweetness soothe my sores.

*One day it won't hurt so beautifully anymore,
and this will be the child I forgot how to adore.