when i agreed to be your girl,
you promised to love me everyday.
thick and thin,
beautiful and ugly,
participant and absent.
like any boy i've been with,
i believed that cliche line of utter bullshit,
every single time it came from anyone's mouth.
c'mon, i thought i was smarter than that.
but you held your words truthfully,
and you did it, you do it.
i get texts from you in the morning,
and more at night that remind me of your unwavering affection.
you look at me with a smile,
and your eyes stick to the back of my head,
with hair i take an hour to straighten.
there's no issues here,
we both know you love me.
you hold me at night,
and won't let go in the morning,
only when i tell you that i'll make breakfast for us
but you forgot i'm not your wife,
as we cook scrambled eggs together.
you take my hand,
and hold it like i am a part of you,
only letting go when you move to my hips
but my skin is getting sweaty,
as you believe my air is yours to have.
you want me to be happy,
i want the same thing
you tell me i'm stunning,
i want to be...
so, what's not working out?
isn't this what i wanted all along, a cliche?
you say i am the stars
and you are the moon,
honey, i'm a sucker for the sun.
when you wrap your arms around me,
it's like a hug from a thorn bush,
i bleed and another part of me blends into you.
you love the idea of me,
and i liked the idea of you.
you became my ground,
and i discovered how much i liked flying before.
although you picture me in your world,
and everything is a perfect fantasy,
flying is too out of nature.
i don't think you'll let me go,
but if so—
watch me come back.
you've grown on me.
you've changed me.
congratulations.
6:17pm october 10th
