i want to be able to say it in the obvious glow of late morning, still in bed, whose turn is it to make the coffee? how long can we be content just here finding stillness and safety in melting together? tell me a fairy tale.
as opposed to a drunken and cowardly plead in passing after last call, sloppily sucking on cigarettes, slurring and balancing against the doorframe.
i want to be able to say i love you, so, hard.
as opposed to i love you's sounding more like apologies.
share your
day old hair, night driving, and dreaming with me. metal-tasting tea, sour grapes, and park swings.