Bear Hugs
Written in
2014
In my opinion, the best hugs are bear,
And the best kisses have a little bite to them.
I want to feel the flame that lights your heart,
Even if it burns.
In my opinion, love comes in many forms,
And tastes,
And smells.
The other day I accidentally said I love you,
And that didn't go over well,
Because we are "just friends",
Or something like that….
I think I need to go back to kindergarten
where I learned to tie my shoes,
Because I'm tripping on the definition of elementary words.
Friend.
Love.
Forgive my slip of the tongue.
I didn't mean I want to make you mine,
Tie you down,
Bury your dreams in tomorrow's or could've beens.
I didn't mean I love you like a vow,
To never let you go.
I meant I love you,
Like I don't even want to go on a real date with you because your bedroom is my favorite restaurant,
And we are past all that chivalry stuff,
The only door I want you opening for me is the one to your thoughts.
I meant that time becomes inconsequential when I’m with you.
I like to go swimming in your eyes,
And dancing through your veins to the beat of your heart.
I want to lick your sweat and nuzzle your armpits;
I want to be weird with you.
Because I love you like each kiss we share always feels long overdue,
Like we can talk for too goddamn long about nothing,
Like we can talk about everything.
I meant I love you,
Like a gift you may not want but I'm offering,
Freely,
To care about you in exactly the ways you need me to,
Like it might not last forever,
But it will absolutely last through the night.
If you're gone in the morning I'll know why,
because I know you.
I meant I love you like my journal is filled
With years of me trying to pin down exactly how I feel about you,
Because I do love you,
Just not like I'm supposed to.
