Love is not when you eat my leftovers or when you let me play my songs in your car, and not when you shape your day the way it suits me. Love is not when you calm me down when you see me grinding my teeth over that stupid friend of ours or when you tell me how people see me when I am unable to judge myself or when you motivate me to work on myself, sacrificing the time I took out for you. Love is not when you reach out for my hand every time I am sitting in that passenger seat or how you are always up on your feet helping me do things I can most certainly do myself or the way you are always there picking and dropping me, saving me a walk. Love is not how you laugh into my mouth when we are kissing in a funny way or when you miss classes for me or the way your eyes go teary when you see me in a long time even when it’s just 10 days. Love is how effortlessly you make all of that happen, how easily you let all of that slide and never ask credit for that. Love is how you are just happy to be there, near me, existing. Love is what you see me with and how your head unconsciously goes towards thoughts of me. Love is the way you greet me every morning with the same energy and smile like I am new and remade even though we fought recklessly the night before. Love is the way you try to understand me even when our thoughts don’t align and the way you are always up and forward to accept when you fuck things up. You redefine love altogether. You change its meaning. You’ve taught me that loving is letting go of all the things you can’t control. Love is you.
Sinfully Aesthetic!
Poetry In My Veins 