I tried to stay upright for the same number of hours I had felt my heart hurt today. Not in the bad way. But perhaps in the good.
Simple meets complex
Over-thinker meets oblivious.
You who listens to love songs, and me who listens to metal.
Me who has the blankets in a mountain, and you who tucks all corners in.
Hand holder meets too-PTSD'ed-out-for-most-PDA.
One of the things I love about you is the way that many of the feelings that you have must be documented, written, and pondered while listening to music.
I know that particular feelings will be soaked in while in the bathtub of your apartment while your cat barges in, walks the edge of the tub, and almost falls in.
In Smurf terms: When I first met you, I was afraid you were Vanity Smurf. Now I realize you are Poet Smurf, described as "very sensitive and artistic...he spends most of his time wandering in nature to improvise poems about it, and sometimes has trouble finding verses that rhyme. He usually manages to do it through some accident." I don't really know how much more fitting you can get.
What I love about you is that you are so clear to me.
I know that when you are angry and hurt, you put your sunglasses on even if they are unnecessary.
I know that if I go to take a picture of you, you will start with your "cool kid with no emotions" face, but you will hear me snickering from behind the camera and, eventually, your lips will spill into the widest grin. (That is the picture that I take.)
I know that you get a sense of safety out of knowing that your cat is okay.
I know the reason you fought so hard to keep him was a form of self-love.
So there you are
in your bathtub tonight.
Wrapped inside its porceline arms
while your crooked cat circles you
like a wobbling
shaky
shark.
k.
(image: luli sanchez)
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