Somewhere We Know

No matter what he do.

he gets sad sometimes and i don’t know how else to comfort him when he hides it away. so i do my best impression of a lover and tell him if i can kiss it all away. so when he smiles i remind him that the good memories are just as important as the bad ones. and it’s easy to only think of the terrible ones. it’s much harder to remember the simple fact that you got a chance to meet one another. it’s much harder to be conscious about it. it’s much harder to say, "i’m going to smile about this".. He use to say to me that it’s okay to cry, so i’d say the same to him. when he doesn’t want to talk and he’s numb, i don’t stay quiet. i laugh and remind him of the stupid moments that makes me smile when I think of them. my baby doesn’t know that i see poetry in his dark, quiet eyes , so i want to put prose onto his lips and kiss the joy right back into him. Like a refound melody I can't help but keep Humming. you see, you don’t need to always be smiling— i’ll hold you when you need it and i’ll be quiet when you’re venting. i’ll listen and i’ll be loyal to you because i want to be, for simple fact you deserve to be treated right. i know it’s not much, but you don’t need to hide from your feelings, because i’ll be the first one to tell you that i’m in love with you. you’re my person. i don’t need you to be something that you’re not. be as you are. come as you will. do as you please. my love is something that’s unconditional and i’m sorry for my shortcomings, tho ill always be around. i hope these words make you feel safe and sound.

- and this blog is now just a museum of brokenness.

In the morning as I bury my face in his neck, I breathe him in.. he smells WARM. But not like a summer afternoon, as he freeingly lounges around in nothing but underwear & socks. Nor is it warm like freshly made brownies, which he adorably loved to bake & taught me milk is the trick! WARM.. But not like a load of laundry that just came out of the dryer, though I do like to take time to just hold them both with my eyes closed for the full comfy effect. Coming to Half past 9, still half asleep as He pulls me in closer and I can literally taste his smell now.. its WARM - but not like a cup of chai tea which he'd routinely make each morning, so much that the scent had filled our space. Warm, but not like after hitting a bong cone, that gets you coughing up a sweat so much you can't help but laugh 😂 just warm.. but not like the sleepout that use to suffocate me each night with that little heater you never wanted to turn off. He smells WARM.. like me, like him, tucked under this blanket all night as our bodies, with no apparent sight, would find each other. Warm like a familiar place, that feels like a home's safe haven on a stormy night. Warm like the blood that pumps the only thing that beats in me, which beats for him.

The most annoying laugh I can listen to over and over, everyday of my life 🤣🤣🤣

-Adrienne

- Adrienne