Friday, May 14, 2010
Love is
Love is

The scar on your knees, staying up till 3 am, leftover food in the fridge, the chipped pink nail polish, the fruity smell of your lover’s hair, the long cold showers, the way wallets smell like money, the toasted bread you digest every morning, cheap thrills, the exhausting trips around flea markets, the little lie whenever you say ‘its okay’, when birds sing their songs, the tears you cry, the messy wardrobe, the pain you inflict, your sensitive teeth, movie marathons online, sleepovers, your lover’s brown eyes, the smell of rain, the bubblegum stuck under the table, the undeserved recognition and success, 5am breath, messy hair, solving a mathematics problem, late night guitar hero jamming, the kisses you blow, subway cookies, short fingernails, singing in the shower, your secret treasure box, watching people around you, the tingly feeling when you get touched at certain parts of your body, going green, the pattered package you received in the mail the other day, wishing on 11:11, your lover’s repetitive way of keeping his hair stylish, smelling good, solitude, telling lies and not getting caught, the way coke fizzles on your tongue, your lover’s smell, the clothes you wear, puberty, school shoes with holes, photosynthesis and literature.

No, love is
You and i, and a careless mixture of everything we worry about

Monday, September 21, 2009