The one who holds you when the physical ailment is bad
When the cramps go from just okay to pure sad.
A special someone to be your personal heating pad.
And one who: no matter how near or far
You know they are close in heart.
When you find a love just like that
It makes the crummy days weigh less like muscle:
And more like fat.
Safety and security are found in their arms,
Even though distance sucks
You aren’t alarmed.
Sure you make miss them like the fiery inferno.
But the hugs afterwards are Muy Bueno.
If there was ever a time to be happy
I guess it is now.
Even though on my own sucks a major cow.
I rest and sleep holding memorabilia tight.
Like sweatshirts with a lingering scent.
Or a cute photo from months that have came and went.
I cry these tears both in pain and in love.
Knowing that my person’s in a state shaped like a glove.
And these sad alone times really make me think.
That I love you more than my farts do stink.
That I love you like Romeo and Juliet.
But if you die on me your ghost will definitely regret.
More in my mind than soft things or puppies…
I love you more than a child loves her bubby.
And I love you more than you low me:
And that’s measured in mega quintuply.
P.S. thank you for buying me food maybe I was a little hangry.
