love is
when you realize
you care more about
the way his soft lips
feels pressed to your neck,
then you care about
the sun going up
or not
love is
when all the sad things
you painted up during the day
suddenly
disappears
as he enters the room
and
his smile makes you feel complete
love is
when you feel suffocated
by yourself
by your city
by your friends
but
as fast as he whispers
“I love you”
Your attempts to escape
Cease
love is
getting drunk with him
laughing together
kissing
tumbling into bed
realizing this is the
only thing you’ll ever need
love is
growing up together
erasing all the anxiety
of growing old
because
you’ll grow old with him
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