You greet me every morning,
and every morning I see the same thing in you.
You were the causality in a fruit fight,
the aftermath of an unnatural disaster.
See love, that's what we have in common.
We're both broken in that beautiful kind of way.
We're the body-type the media never wants to advertise.
We're the beauty they continuously overlook.
We're the significance with a weight we can't help but feel.
And they're scared of us.
Cause you and I as a team?
We'll do serious damage.
SF, you teach me things.
And I know you're worried because in three to four years...
well it's inevitable that I will leave you.
I apologize for this in advanced.
Please don't take it personally.
But this moment is ours.
You've cradled me the nights when I couldn't breathe,
caressed my smile with your sunshine to let me know
that it nothing less than belongs there.
I've watched you herd as few butterflies as you had and place them around my forehead.
I thank you for this effort.
From this point forward,
I will love you for you
I know I was reluctant to do so at first;
kept lamenting about what i'd lost.
I was wrong.
You're what I need.
babe, show me your chaps.
Naked men,
show me your saggy,
your tight,
your perky
and in-between.
in these moments; I am yours.
don't waste them ;)
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