reasons why i love you:
i.
i fall apart
and you sew me back together,
taking note of my fragility
rubbing your nose on mine
bluing my brown eyes wide
cautioning my fingers with yours
slowing down my heartbeat by wrapping my arms around
your neck & never understanding
my anxiety
you don't question me, you just question me
& any answer & every silence is good enough for you
ii.
you believe in
my words, my poetry, my rhymes
everything that rolls off my tongue melodically
including your dick
because every movement in bed is a song to me.
i wrote a song about you & you told me you loved it
when prompted, but your lack of excitement was quaint.
i could tell you were speechless.
iii.
you make me want
to write, to breathe, to wake up
to open my eyes to you, & i do
you are a lively phenomenon & we dance in your kitchen
you cook for me, you feed me
& without your creations i would starve of my own accord.
you love my fat because it's soft,
you love my love handles & my breasts
the curves of my thighs
and i detest myself in every picture
but you support my vanity when i say i'm going to be prom queen.
know why? because i've got a king worth wearing a crown for.
iv.
i give you everything
& you scare the shit out of me,
but it's what i've asked for in other lives
that layer of protection never offered by
the freedom of ex-boyfriends, ex-brothers, & ex-fathers.
i respond to you and only you
& my best friend believes you limit me
in such situations,
but i love the squeeze of your entrapment.
you return my everything in the form of whatever i ask or need or hope for.
v.
you're my muse
(you're an arsonist because you set my soul to ashes)
i write, i draw, i paint, i sing
again
i smile, i dance, i run, i breathe
again
i create, i watch, i fly, i laugh
again
i do things i'd never do & i haven't done
because everything i do is beautiful to you
because you aren't retained by who you thought i was
or who you expect me to be
because you only know me as love
because i only love you
because i love you.
i fall apart
and you sew me back together,
taking note of my fragility
rubbing your nose on mine
bluing my brown eyes wide
cautioning my fingers with yours
slowing down my heartbeat by wrapping my arms around
your neck & never understanding
my anxiety
you don't question me, you just question me
& any answer & every silence is good enough for you
ii.
you believe in
my words, my poetry, my rhymes
everything that rolls off my tongue melodically
including your dick
because every movement in bed is a song to me.
i wrote a song about you & you told me you loved it
when prompted, but your lack of excitement was quaint.
i could tell you were speechless.
iii.
you make me want
to write, to breathe, to wake up
to open my eyes to you, & i do
you are a lively phenomenon & we dance in your kitchen
you cook for me, you feed me
& without your creations i would starve of my own accord.
you love my fat because it's soft,
you love my love handles & my breasts
the curves of my thighs
and i detest myself in every picture
but you support my vanity when i say i'm going to be prom queen.
know why? because i've got a king worth wearing a crown for.
iv.
i give you everything
& you scare the shit out of me,
but it's what i've asked for in other lives
that layer of protection never offered by
the freedom of ex-boyfriends, ex-brothers, & ex-fathers.
i respond to you and only you
& my best friend believes you limit me
in such situations,
but i love the squeeze of your entrapment.
you return my everything in the form of whatever i ask or need or hope for.
v.
you're my muse
(you're an arsonist because you set my soul to ashes)
i write, i draw, i paint, i sing
again
i smile, i dance, i run, i breathe
again
i create, i watch, i fly, i laugh
again
i do things i'd never do & i haven't done
because everything i do is beautiful to you
because you aren't retained by who you thought i was
or who you expect me to be
because you only know me as love
because i only love you
because i love you.