I want to tell you about the times
I fell in love with you. I should say hi,
First. So, hi. The first time
You opened
A slim door; you said, come anytime,
Show me your insides.
I wanted to tell you about the times
I wanted to marry you. You said some-
Thing like: I was once locked up too.
And I knew I wanted to spend my life
Beside you.
Checking in. Saying hi. Are we ok? I
Love you. Are we ok? Is the world dying?
Don’t let me die, ok…?
One day, and in so many poems I des-
Cribed the feeling of kissing you. It
Was selfish… I was thinking about your
Feet and your big blue
running shoes…
This is a not a perfect or even a good
World, and so I apologise for wanting
These things… like holding you.
Typing out all this shit
Here… Mouth, my mouth, full of
Words, waiting for pain.
For nothing.
For tying your shoe.
I like to be helpful, you know.
I go on.
And so, I go on.
Just like we always do.
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