Poetry, Write Ups

A lot like love

My Man
( Or maybe not )

You held my hand in grocery store and
took me straight to frozen zone to
buy me our vanilla ice cream
And you said, it isn’t love

You held me tight and
sing me to sleep when
I cried over Augustus Waters
And you said, it isn’t love

Sitting with me on terrace for hours
listening to cigarettes after sex and
asking me about my day
And you said, it isn’t love

Coming back to take me home
after every fight and
making me my Nutella cupcakes
And you said, it isn’t love

If that wasn’t love
It was a lot like it .

One thought on “A lot like love”

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