#oldskooolshawtyy

[oldskooolshawtyy]

People always think of grand gestures when talking of love. But love for me doesn't need that kind of proofs. Would you instead remember my coffee order and blow on my glasses when the steam fogs them? Would you hold doors for me and get my favourite snack when you're out? Would you kiss away my tears when I cry out of anger while arguing with you and let your thumb graze me lip after? Would you like me for me instead of oversexualising your perception of me? Would you tell me you have eyes only for me and prove it? Would you rub my back when I'm overwhelmed? Would you send a song you came across that reminded you of me? Would you hold me in every possible way I can be held and let me hold you? Would you treat the poet like a poem?

[oldskooolshawtyy]

You pick up wild flowers for your friends, take care of that street dog who is cold, remember to smile at that one woman with dementia, thank your janitor, kiss leaves and adore bugs, remember how your best friend likes his pasta. All with the hopes that someone will atleast remember your coffee order someday.

[oldskooolshawtyy]

Another night of thinking about how most of us just want someone to close the window at night when the breeze howls, someone to pour the coffee after you've brewed it, someone to plug your charger off. We just want another person to do mundane things with. Someone to bitch about the traffic to, someone to listen about your day. How we spend our life craving for something so simple. Honestly we just want to be bored with someone else than be bored alone.

[oldskooolshawtyy]

Concept: you get loved! On purpose! Someone saw you with all your warm tomato soupy personality with croutons and thought it would be lovely to love you! They wake up naturally on a Sunday morning kissing you on forehead and sniffing in your bed hair. You have no plans, no rush! You're unbothered and in love! They realise it was a great decision to love you! On purpose!

[oldskooolshawtyy]

When the devil can't reach you, he makes sure you end up being a poet.

[oldskooolshawtyy]

How did you convince yourself that you're going to end up alone when every curve and dip of your body is meant to rest someone's face?

[oldskooolshawtyy]

Heaven? I haven't seen it, don't know what it's about. But there's something about his cheeks when they cave in to give way to his dimples. He smiles as if he is aware how my path to Elysium starts at the glint of his eyes. I wish nothing more than to trace my lips along the horizon of his neck and glide my tongue where the harmony of his smile sets in. I swear I've never known heaven, but I sure know how it tastes.

[oldskooolshawtyy]

December feels like that hot knife sealing your bullet wounds. You lose more love than you have ever given yet it comes with the reminder to let it all go. Here's to a better end of 2024 with hot chocolate,warm hugs and forehead kisses.