i fall fast,
that's what mom always says
but this, you – you felt different
it was as you maybe, just maybe
could be the one
within the first hour you
brought out my ugly laugh
and weeks later you told me
it was your favorite sound
you were able to bring out
my odd quirks and
i adored that my weird ways
were the exact same as yours
you loved to cover your oreo's
in peanut butter then dip them
in milk and i couldn't ever forget
you were the first person ever
to too, eat leftover's cold
regardless of when
you liked to pinch my nose
and make the goofiest sound –
hell you made a lot of odd sounds
that'd make me look at you oddly
only to giggle just after
when you'd lean in to kiss me
i'd stick my tongue out to lick
the tip of your nose to which
you'd mimic but go the extra
mile and lick my entire face
down to the tips of my ugly
toes
YOU ARE READING
with whiskey on our breath
Poetrybecause there's that one moment in life where you meet someone and wonder, "where the fuck have you been all my life?" this was - is our moment. © christine marie.
