the things i would do for you.
for us.
the us that hasn't quite happened yet,
but will, i know,
the universe told me so last night,
at 3:33 am,
she whispered (right as i drifted off
to a gentle slumber of you)
to just wait.
what would i do?
what would it take
to be next to you?
not even that stupid pedometer of yours
could keep track
of just how far
the lengths i'd walk for you
could possibly be.
the money,
time,
energy,
love,
i'd spend.
you say jump,
i ask how high.
you say to buy a ticket to nowhere,
follow me there,
never look back,
and i ask when we leave.
don't worry,
darling,
my dignity isn't worth much anyways.
YOU ARE READING
fire in the sky
Poetryall i wanted to do is listen to phoebe bridgers and think. instead, ive decided that life is too much to not document in words. 2020 ©rryleecc
