i'm not

 a one-time kinda girl;

some complacent

affections and

‘til death do we part?

so fictitious, sweet girl


stay for a long while,

real long

'til you remember to leave the porch light on,

put your coat up

next to mine

and call me “baby”


then somehow,

you come around

 to kiss me good morning,



and a hundred times

in between

for the rest of my life


in return,

i'll walk you home,

keep you safe

and maybe

even leave bruises

in spaces between

your ribs;

my heart;

our home

The End

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