Love is messy, Love is not fluid
It is 3am conversations lying awake wondering why you can't get comfortable
It's crying on your side in such frustration in beauty
It is not all roses and chocolate dreams on cloud 9
It's looking your lover in the eyes
Knowing tomorrow may never come and taking your chances anyways
It's hot breath between words
And warm sheets in the afternoon
Love is messy, and so must be the ways we express it
