“you tell me about her
about how her favorite song reminds
you of summers with your grandpa,
that her eyes are the blue-gray color of
the sky before a storm,
you say that her voice is like rain,
and that her laugh makes the coldest
days feel like july,
and you tell me all the things you’d love to do with her
and i smile, i nod,
but they’re all the things i want to do with you
and then you ask me if it means you love her
and i have to say yes,
because you talk about her like i talk about you
-i never told you”
- (b.l.)
about how her favorite song reminds
you of summers with your grandpa,
that her eyes are the blue-gray color of
the sky before a storm,
you say that her voice is like rain,
and that her laugh makes the coldest
days feel like july,
and you tell me all the things you’d love to do with her
and i smile, i nod,
but they’re all the things i want to do with you
and then you ask me if it means you love her
and i have to say yes,
because you talk about her like i talk about you
-i never told you”
- (b.l.)
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