love

While I maybe bisexual and my opinions of love maybe my own but they are unique and special to me. So if someone may to pick this up and find my truths the recipe well “oops”.

For me love is she’s up late at night and they may have earlier had a fight, but she pulls out an iron to clears out those wrinkles out of his shirt. Because even though he’ll forget to pick up those clothes. She remembered that it’s as if he knew to say something subtle about her dimples, although her hair all greyed and her face littered in wrinkles. He would say something so simple as “I love you as much as your dimples”.

For me love is when you he drives home from another rough day of work and his body is broken, old, and torn. Then for a second he remembers that its Wednesday his feet hurts his body worn and whittled. To go past the freeway because its been almost 5 years and so many months but today was Wednesday. The traffic runs though and tired mind runs though the very, fascination of him humming in his bed. Last week was another anniversary, how they burred their youngest son. Although he was hurt and torn she was the one who carried him, and feed him and loved him. She was the one sat in bed and stared at the wall and in one spot she stayed. Not eating nor drinking for months not even a blink! He mushed his car on through and go the store and with her favorite flower, chocolate, and wine in hand. For even though he’s tired and knew that today was Wednesday.  

For me love is when he hasn’t seen his love and days he is just barely 14 but it puts his mind astray, he was sick on Valentine’s day! He dashed after school no care in mind as with his two he it was if he began to fly. Running passes houses and fences and jumped over two benched all to climb a tree and leap on a cleing. He reached a window to band on the glass door. To open the door to see him and handing a card say I love you and u matter, get well soon so we can play cantors. Because for me love it real and dashing and old as time.