I wish there were necklaces given to us at birth that were half of a unique shape and your soulmate wore the other half and they got warmer the closer together you were and colder the further away you were so you could go on this journey when you’re ready to find your other half so that you could be spared all the pain and heartbreak of being played with by those who don’t take dating as seriously as you do
draw things on my back with your finger so i can fall asleep/in love with you
am i the only one who rehearses things i might say in advance? and I don’t mean like my theoretical oscars acceptance speech i mean like what i’ll say to the pizza guy when I answer the door in my pjs
the way you look at me
with eyes glistening
the drugs wearing off
bit by bitwe stood in my garage
and i kissed you
i felt your fingertips
imprinting upon my ownmy body absorbed into yours
so close
and so passionate
time vanishedlike a grandmother with alzheimer’s
looking through a lost and found
filled primarily with old watches
we were cluelessthe way you look at me
as if you’re looking through me
is just another way to tell
time is passing




















