She’s up all night to pet dogs
I’m up all night to pet dogs
We’re up all night to pet dogs
We’re up all night to pet puppies
Sometimes you stop talking to someone because you keep telling yourself that if they wanted to talk to you, they would.
You are a miracle.
What I mean is
I love you.
What I mean is your hands
are a blast of truth from God.
We’ve been taught a woman’s body will cause men to sin. We’re told that if a woman shows too much of her body men will do stupid things. Let’s be clear: A woman’s body is not dangerous to you. Her body will not cause you harm. It will not make you do stupid things. If you do stupid things, it is because you chose to do stupid things.
We’re not a couple but we’re
coupled aren’t we? Like vodka
and orange; like spring and hope.
You make generalizations and
mean not to include me as if
there is everyone and then there’s
us; like I’m the voice in your head
and not a real living person on
the phone. I don’t even think you
notice - I got offended the first
time you said you weren’t close
to anyone until I realized I’m not
just anyone to you. The reason
I’m bringing this up is that I think
you’ve forgotten about my
realness and the freedom I have
to walk away and the fact that I
don’t. You think you’re too boring
or too sad or not enough of
something for someone worthwhile
to want to be with you. Well poor,
poor me for being forced to talk
to you every night. You are a giant
fool if you think I hang around for
any other reason than because I
like who you are. Baby, you’ve got
things I can’t find anywhere else
and it’s not like I haven’t looked.
You are equal parts ridiculous and
precious (but I shouldn’t start
listing the things that you are or
we’ll be here all night). The reason
you’re single is because right now
it’s time for you to be single. That’s
it. If you weren’t worth being with I
wouldn’t be with you either.