Chapter 16: call it love, call it whatever you want

shitty poems about dogs, drugs, fruit, and faggots for losers like meWords: 1315

i want to merge souls with you. i want to fuse my body with yours. i never want to spend a moment without you

(call it love, call it whatever you what)

i hope you dont flinch when i reach for your heart, i promise i wont break it

(ill hold it to my chest like a pearl)

i want to share my bed with you and stand next to each other while we brush our teeth. i want to share our soaps and make you rice and fall alseep during movies with you.

(i want to spend my life enjoying the mundane with you)

i want to watch you hold our daughter for the first time and listen to you promise her the world. i want to see you at your very worst and tell you how i love you anyway. i want to watch ourselves grow old together.

(i love you in the most vulnerable of ways)

i hope one day you tell me your back hurts and we will realize we have aged and we will smile. i hope one day we can sit on our couch in our shitty apartment and im feeding you cheesecake from the grocery store.

i hope we find fondness smoking bowls in our bed and we rub each others thumbs without knowing it.

(i want to love you even in the simplest moments)

i was never hopeful for the future.

but as my future is leaning towards yours and yours is leaning towards mine

it feels like going home.

(or making a new one)

and its the best feeling in the world.