You Are a Tourist ❤️
you are saturday air in the greatness of it all
and a squeal of joy i can’t keep in
clammy hands cover my face
you hold me like i’m young
when you get mad you make it up to me through standing at the doorframe
and giving a sheepish smile
and i can’t help but laugh with you
there’s something about how you drive with me in the passenger seat,
knowing we’re always going to be this way.
your words stick to my brain like post it notes i can’t bring myself to get rid of.
i use your advice like a lifeline.
a storm won’t scare me ever again.
you told a joke that made me split into smiles.
i’ll always be your squishy.