i have loved you so many times.
and each time, i
have met you all over again.
our first date, you talked too much
on the L train as we made our way under water.
it wasn’t long before your lips locked mine
and i shut you up for good.
a tiny air mattress on the
wooden floor of my first apartment.
it was over before your socks were off.
i felt it then,
what i feel now.
you still hold me like you’re afraid
i won’t be there in the morning.
the same way you did 15 months ago.
i was never afraid of you until you told a pretty girl
what she was worth
lying next to me.
and now it’s hard to hold you,
the same way i did 15 months ago.