Whenever, however, this ends,
I want you to know that right now,
I love you forever.
Just to be clear, I don’t want to get out without a broken heart.
to leave this life so shattered there better be a
thousand separate heavens for all my flying parts.
If love did not exist
I would be so goddamn sane.
I need you the way that big moon needs that open sea.
Maybe I didn’t even know I was here ’til I saw you
Give me one room to come home to. Give me the palm of your hand.
Has your heart ever been a hoarder?
But mostly I don’t keep anything
but my word.
I have never made a love potion that hasn’t blown up.
Today in the grocery store I found one of your hairs in my underwear.
I pulled it out in the frozen food section and screamed,
“That is so gorgeous it could kill a man.”
Good thing I’m a leprechaun.
It takes guts to tremble. It takes so much tremble to love, every first date is an earthquake.
I mastered the art of crochet and I crocheted her a winter scarf
and one night at the bar I gave it to her with a note that said something like “I hope this keeps your neck warm. If it doesn’t, give me a call.” The key to finding love is messing up
the pattern on purpose, is skipping a stitch, is leaving a tiny, tiny hole to let the cold in and hoping she mends it with