august is for romance! romance in friendships. romance in daily routines. romance in walking down the street

i think waiting together is a love language. wait for the train with me, so we can talk a little longer. wait for dinner with me, we can slow dance in the kitchen. wait for me until i can talk after crying my eyes out, hold me, we will figure it out. wait for me when it gets rough, i know i can get through this (with you). wait for me in the car, this song is too good to not finish listening to it. wait for the first snow with me, cold red noses and bright eyes. lets wait for each other, i love you.

maybe i'm just a portrait of all the people i've loved and nothing else tastes so bittersweet. a little dash of my ex-best friend in the way i walk and laugh. my scarf tied in a double knot for that beautiful stranger at the bus stop. a whisper of my mother and the sigh of a lover in the way i braid my hair. pockets full of fire and infinite regret like my dad or his dad or his dad. the tilt of my jaw, the curve of my smile, everything, everything is someone else. when they're all gone, my own reflection will be the biggest ghost i have.

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the most important thing is to be snuggly in bed

for the low low price of reading a single poem you too can feel entirely alienated from everyone within your physical reach & yet completely connected to the unchangable truth of shared human experience

if you’re not paying attention to trees and how they sway in the wind then what are you even doing