"When you fall in love," they say, before spewing out a billion specific items you must check off that list in order for it to be real.
“He doesn’t really love you unless,” they begin, before rattling off a thousand requests of different calibers and expecting that you never let him defy you the…
I remember your collarbone, forming the tiniest
satellite dish in the universe, your smile
as the place where parallel lines inevitably crossed.
I remember your eyes: fifty attack dogs on a single leash,
how I once held the soft audience of your hand.
I’ve been ignored by prettier women than you,
but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence
so far, without spilling a drop.
Jeffrey McDaniel (via kushandwizdom)