i despise writing poems about domesticity.
what i really want is to grab you & shake you,
slap & kiss you
until you hate me.
that makes life more
who wants to hear stories about couples that actually get along?
who fall asleep in each other's arms? who
can't eat when they stare at each other too long?
who wants to hear the bedtime story of
a
isn't that a fabulous fantasy? wouldn't that just bore me to sleep.
you just wait.
you'll see.
i'm sure that soon enough
all those clichés we tolerate out of love
will become too much for us to bare.
fuck that.
let's just live in my bed for a year or two...
accept that we're crazy...& run with it.