Poetry · Writing


been there and back with you

cold shower in our apartment

using our silverware

sleeping on our couch

feels like hell

being this close and so far apart

but it’s the love that keeps me here

rooted to this couch

waiting for you to let me back in

i have done all the crosswords out here

seen every movie

watched every single episode of how i met your mother


i need my lilypad

you will push

but i am not going anywhere

only going to pull you closer

i need my lilypad

a pause button would nice

need your fingers to feel my brain

your body to leave the cold night behind

pancakes in the morning

never get enough of you

refills are not free but i will pay every cent

this is our pond

and it would not be home without you

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