I judge my boyfriends
by how quickly I would leave them
for you.
I like to think that
to leave this one would take
a couple of days
but, more likely, it would take
one blurry grey-pink sunrise and a pint of Haagen Dazs––
an extra $1.99 for pralines & cream if you wanted
to see my cheeks dry before noon.
I know what a real smile looks like,
especially yours,
with all that glitter in your crow's feet
and crescent-shaped dimples.
I can tell you're happy now
(through a screen)
but I think I prefer to stay on my knees,
holding this memorial
for who I was when I knew you,
instead of taking the happiness
that comes with
forgetting.
Aug 14, 2021
Aug 14, 2021 at 1:35 AM UTC
I judge my boyfriends
by how quickly I would leave them
for you.
I like to think that
to leave this one would take
a couple of days
but, more likely, it would take
one blurry grey-pink sunrise and a pint of Haagen Dazs––
an extra $1.99 for pralines & cream if you wanted
to see my cheeks dry before noon.
I know what a real smile looks like,
especially yours,
with all that glitter in your crow's feet
and crescent-shaped dimples.
I can tell you're happy now
(through a screen)
but I think I prefer to stay on my knees,
holding this memorial
for who I was when I knew you,
instead of taking the happiness
that comes with
forgetting.
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