one or the other
Ok, let's wax poetic… about Peter, my boyfriend of 4 years (time flies).
If I have him hooked, there's fragile evidence
a girl can be powerful and helpless
it's inconvenient
He's normal-fine, but to me, dangerously cute -
not like some fey, pretty boy - but too good to ignore -
and he carries himself with disheveled, boss confidence
We have no stilted conversations, we chatter away
his opinions are flexible - and he lives without apology
I think he secretly sees me as a long-form project
He's brought order to my emotional chaos,
and tempered my irreverent indifference
He knows my successes don’t soothe me
If he gives me gravitas, I give him sparkle and irony
His senseless adoration of me makes me self-conscious
and softens my insecurities - which multiply when untethered
He's a well of sun-bleached optimism and kept promises,
and he matters more to me than all of my other favorite things,
like tech gadgets, oysters on the half-shell and icy, stirred martinis.
His allure has always existed outside of that last, ephemeral corruptive.
He’s the one I want, in the hushed stillness after the party.
I hope that our love is more than crushed ice that melts away
because when he consumes me, there'll be no crumbs left.
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Songs for this:
We Can't Stop (feat. Bea Miller) by Boyce Avenue
We Can't Stop by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox
We Can't Stop X Where Is My Mind? (Live) by Miley Cyrus
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