you dont need someone to treat you like you’re perfect and free from flaws, you need someone who will treat you like you’re human and love you even though you mess up and use up all the hot water and put the empty milk carton back in the fridge by accident
I am in awe of you, since then and just now, always discovering new ways to be struck dumb in love with you.
Ordinarily I’d be more modest in my affections and terms of endearment, but you are not ordinary. You are ambitious and blunt, you shoot to kill and I aim to please.
I’m ensnared by my affinity for you, always caught in a question.
What a sad, sad, story.
I never understood why cops ask questions like:
"Do you know why I’m standing here?"
"Do you know why I stopped you?"
"Do you know why I’m here?"
Like, figure out your spatial, existential issues elsewhere, bruh.
"They made me question whether my being gay was real, which made me question if any of my thoughts and feelings were real, and then it was kinda all downhill from there."
"I can’t stand moral absolutism. You know, there’s always that guy who wants to point out that Martin Luther King cheated on his wife— as if he obviously couldn’t have been a great person if he did something like that. Or someone will bring out an inspirational quote, and get you to agree, and then inform you that Hitler said it. As if a good thought couldn’t come from Hitler. Moral absolutism keeps us from learning from the past. It’s easy to say: ‘Hitler was a demon. Nazis were all bad seeds.’ That’s simple. It’s much harder to say: ‘Is that humanity? Is that me?’"
It feels so good to be healthy and happy and surrounded by love and positive energy. I’m just really happy right now, even if my career is in a really scary place right now.
I romanticized you
to the point where
the knives you pressed
into my skin
began to look
like Cupid’s arrows.