i guess i never wanted someone
who only whispered “i love you”
while we fucked
i wanted someone
who whispered i love you
with his head buried in my hair
tears soaking his shirt
a complete mess
but “i love you, my mess” he would say.
i wanted someone
who whispered i love you
when he glanced over at me
screaming the words to my favorite song
windows down, hands in the air
absolutely crazy
“i love you, my crazy” he would say
i wanted someone
who whispered i love you
after he tells me about his world
when it fell apart
realizing that maybe i
can hold him together
realizing that maybe
he might need me
“i love you, my rock” he would say












