One time I was gone somewhere across the world wrapping my tongue around unfamiliar languages and screaming from stages, and the boy was home watching the stars just to have something in common. He tore pages of paper into hundreds of tiny strips and wrote a love letter on every single one. He put them in the pockets of every pair of pants in my closet. To remind me he loved the way my body curved and how fortunate he was to love a girl with legs to carry herself straight into his arms. Thighs to wrap around him. And a warm place between them that beckoned him to crawl underneath.
So now, a few times a week, I reach my hand down and recover “I will love you forever.” from the pocket of my boyfriend jeans and my heart aches like a sore tooth. Little tiny strips of paper. In all of my jeans. A fortune cookie reminder of a lost love.
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romantic poetry / halsey
Poetrycrazy to think since 5am all i see is green eyes and i'm lost in them
