It’s okay

I don’t expect you to speak

But in the middle of the night

Would you mind if I turned on a light?

See I’m nervous

I think real love must be

Loving the twitches you make when you’re asleep

You laugh at my jokes now

I don’t expect you to laugh later

Will you get mad at me

When I’m coughing all through the night

Will you flitch when I wake for water

These acts seem human

Woman of my life. My bestfriend. My sunshine. My partner in crime. My 1am fuck buddy. My 3pm lover.

Today I thought of you. I think of you everyday but today was different. I hadnt seen you in 5 days and you were the boost I needed right before work.

I loved how we met in the parking lot of a gas station and kissed like we were in a park. You made my toes curl in my moccasins.

I don’t just love you like poetry….you are poetry and most days you form your own metaphors. your own haikus.

“I love you more baby I miss you too my sweet thang I realized you’re the one ”

See,

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to wake up to you everyday of the week like coffee My house blend of everything I’ve ever needed to feel worthy of someone else’s space.

You remind me everyday that queen tings are me and queenly shit is my shit and that Queen is you

Royalty.

You remind me when to breathe and to let silence be silence.

*silence*

No need to feel in the spaces.

I guess I’m writing this to say….

to those fucking dopes

what a hasty day