what
is
love?
well, i don't really know,
but i think it's something like
shivering curled up in your
lumpy beanbag chair
because your phone charger cord
doesn't reach to your bed.
yeah, i was totally eating fried chicken
in bed last night. and it was
worth it. and maybe it
was
love.
YOU ARE READING
visions
Poetrythe thoughts in my head, however disorganized [warning, it can get heavy.] -- poetry #43 random #86
