Love novels are to be read-only in the daylight
Oh, so you say, out on the terrace naked eyed
Out in your loud ish words for the fool you are;
The lemon juices flowing in another glass you call the one who understands your twisted logic.


But I understand it too, honey

You're in love with the sun melting over the brine
You've danced and swayed in dangerous waters, but I am not the one to seam in twofold stitches.
So, sorry I couldn't spend all night thinking about replacing all your liquors and sweets with perrier.


But you're still only human, my love

Oh God, it's lovely to read lousy poetry in the dark, you say it shallows it enough to feel sugar coated
Oh My, how do you compare yourself to any great writer when you complain about how the weather was now and never. You shout all these things but


Stop when I ask you, “Can you do better?”

The cemetery flowers on the nightstand you didn’t take the grace of your mother’s turning sides when you worry me and awake me for a planting session or to hear your countless worries. Where in your mind wanders the next night, I still will never know


If you'll come back home the next day

Three in the morning, you acted so brash, crying back, “I thought you understand me!” You picked up a drink and fell to the floor, painting our carpet of a crime scene; I carried you to the bedside and held you like a crying child; my voice let you sleep

Just for tonight, you're safe with me again
© ash_loner🌸