brightlightsloudnoises:

this is a love poem
and
it really doesn’t matter
what i put in here
because
fucking can do it better,
getting out of bed to turn
off the light or turn on the fan
can do it better,
sitting in a restaurant knowing
what the other is going to order 
can do it better

but i’m writing it because
some sort of
space should be roped off
for you
so here
it is

it’s yours