Sometimes it’s good to be romantic
to say I love you and describe how
I love your torn pants
and the shitty shirt you wear
I love the way you look
making food for nobody
I love your smokers cough
and the hand that raises
I love your curtains
when they breathe in
I love it when you know
that silence is shutting up
because so many people know
that it’s hard saying I love you
when your chest is heavy
when your throat is cramped
when you’re trying too hard
to be cool and not let on
that you notice all these things
the fingers dancing on my arm
the easy way you look at me
the belly laugh when we joke
sometimes it’s good to be quiet
sometimes it’s good to talk about love
to say I love everything
that you mean to me.
