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
Thơ cathe thoughts in my head, however disorganized [warning, it can get heavy.] -- poetry #43 random #86
