They wouldn’t believe me if I told them
so I mostly don’t tell them a thing about
how I feel, instead I hold my words close
to my breast, close to my heart.
I’m in love.
And I know you saw that look in my eyes
when we last talked about love and I know you
saw that book on my shelf, the one titled
f**ck love & I know you’ve heard me at night
spilling tears on my pillow over some
love that got lost along the way.
And I know you wouldn’t believe me if
I told you that I am in love, but really I am.
You can trust me. It’s love I’m feeling.
In the morning the sun tickles my back, its
finger draws an invisible line & I relax
my body presses into the body of the stranger
lying in bed beside me. They’re all strangers
And I’m in love. I’m always in love.
I feel you breathing, exhaling, sighing
beside me and I want to know more
about you, but you don’t talk much when
It’s enough to know you’ll be there
to feel your breath against my neck
to exist in these fragile moments
And when you whisper my name against
my neck, I know for sure like I’ve never known
before, that yes, I am. I’m in love.
Peace & Love,