let me tell you all the ways I love you: first is the way

August first: this is the first time in nine years that I am not sad on her birthday.
you and I are standing under a summer storm
the desert kind that don’t come often enough, but when they do they come hard and fast

If there is one thing I learned this summer, it’s to : go where the love is. Sometimes, it’s right under your feet. Other times, it’s an open door.

suck
squeeze
bang
blow

We were always just friends, ever since those golden state days. I’ve known you almost as long as I’ve known myself and for some reason,

I want to marry you in yellow. white has never been my color anyway

show me the ones who made you feel like you were hard to love

letting go is usually easy for me
I know that most people are temporary

men come to me for healing
I lick their wounds clean

I want to write about the way you touched me and made love to me, but I don’t because

before the wind blows I want to pick up your old tired bones

you tell me they are green and I should know this because the men with green eyes always pull me in and you joke that maybe I am colorblind