I Love The Way You Stay
I love the way you chose me and didn’t waver.
I love the way you chose me and didn’t waver.
Maybe I’ve been wrong, thinking love was this complex, frustrating thing—when in truth, to love someone is the easiest thing in the world.
I’m a stranger in this hotel room. Without the smells and roughness of my boyfriend’s hands I’m just a visitor in this city, in this place.
I want to write poetry about the language of love, and how sometimes life carries you away, but words bring you back. They always do.