It's funny how
for the first little while you're together
"love" is a destination, like crossing a finish line
Now that we've arrived, and retired our firsts
My heart skips a beat
knowing you still like me
Because somehow we live in a world where it's common
to be intimate with someone
without enjoying or celebrating their personhood or identity
Maybe we're all just confused about
which is which
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 2:02 AM UTC
It's funny how
for the first little while you're together
"love" is a destination, like crossing a finish line
Now that we've arrived, and retired our firsts
My heart skips a beat
knowing you still like me
Because somehow we live in a world where it's common
to be intimate with someone
without enjoying or celebrating their personhood or identity
Maybe we're all just confused about
which is which
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