I want an apartment and a cat. You and our little family curled inside a box. We are warm and hungry but all we have is our naked bodies and a kettle full of tea. We have eggs, though. Plenty of it. We have tomatoes and cilantro and pancakes made from overripe bananas. I guess we'll survive this way? We will occasionally throw our tantrums at each other and we will be okay because this is what make up sex is for. This is why slow dances are invented. We both believe in forgiveness. We both think we're lovely when we fight. I still think my music taste is better, much better. But I think I can live here forever or anywhere as long as I can feel your hands and the weight of your stare and the heaviness of your breath. Please kiss me and welcome me home, each time.
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the best way to be ruined
Poetrythis is a series of open letters and short prose I've written for my darling.
