"aesthetic" is a very good word, important word. "i love the fifties." no you don’t the fifties kinda TOTALLY SUCKED for many human beings in America. "i love fifties aesthetic" well then, awesome. go you with your bright blocks of color and cute skirts and mini jackets and hair poufs.
I knew you before I met you. I knew your cheeks would be made of sunshine. I knew rays of light would spill from your lips with your every smile. I knew you.
Sometimes you look at me and you ask me what I’m thinking. I smile, and I say “Nothing.” Truly, though, it is something. It’s the most beautiful something I’ve ever known."
I’ve mastered the skill of feeling guilty for asking for anything
are like broken glass:
you can hurt yourself with them,
even slash an artery, if
that’s what you’re like.
But you were beautiful as the commentary
on ancient text.
HOW THE CYNIC FALLS IN LOVE
When I realized I loved you
it was not romantic
Not flush with pink roses & wine
but rather normal
Rather standing in line at CVS
clutching a four pack of peanut butter cups
& cold medicine
It was a quiet realization
Like checking the weather I was currently standing in
"Huh. It’s a bit warmer
than I would have guessed.”
I don’t want to just grow old with you, I want to grow ugly with you.
I want to peel off a smile when my patience is spent
When no more knots can be tied
When my voice is at 11
When my tectonic plates are shifting and I don’t know how to be gentle
I want to be safe with you