And the reason I am writing this
on the back of a manila envelope
now that they have left the train together
is to tell you that when she turned
to lift the large, delicate cello
onto the overhead rack,
I saw him looking up at her
and what she was doing
the way the eyes of saints are painted
when they are looking up at God
when he is doing something remarkable,
something that identifies him as God.
I swear to god bruh
Let me catch you in the streets
Bruh I swear to god
I want you in every way possible. I want you when you’re sick, I want you when you’re sad, and I want you when you’re happy. I want you in the morning and at night. I want you when I make breakfast. I want your hands in mine. I want you in my arms and next to me in bed. I want your lips against mine. I want to watch movies with you and build forts. I want to lay on the hood of the car under the stars. I want to spend holidays with you. I want you, and only you.