Tag: love

Do you want to go to the movies?

Ask for butter on the popcorn.

Choose the middle seats.

Grab your favorite candy.

They’re playing the movie of you and me,

and who we used to be.

When they roll the credits,

I will finally see:

we’re through the thick of it,

past the messy middle,

and at the very end of we.

We’ll throw out the trash.

We’ll say our goodbyes.

We’ll get into separate cars.

Wave one last time as we drive by.

-S.

I’m available.

I’m helpful.

I give good advice.

I listen when you talk.

I keep your pace when we walk.

I keep a playlist of your favorite songs.

I make sure my stories aren’t that long.

I drive because you can’t take it.

It’ll last longer to be needed,

than to be loved.

I fucking hate it.

-S.

Magic Eight Ball.

Will we stay friends?

Maybe.

Are we at the end?

You bet, baby.

Does he love me?

No.

Should I stay?

Go.

Is there someone else?

It’s all a little hazy.

Is she prettier?

Stop being crazy.

What about wittier?

Look, it will get better, but it’s about to get shittier.

–S.

In a field of dandelions.

I’m standing in the middle of a field,

making wishes,

dandelion one,

dandelion two,

dandelion three.

I wish slow.

I wish fast.

I wish for us to last.

I wish on dandelion four,

dandelion five,

dandelion six,

but there is no quick fix.

I’m standing in the middle of a field,

reaching for dandelion seven,

eight,

and nine,

I can still make you mine.

–S.