julia capulet

­­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