amesplaza

pointless fights
end in nights of one beer and a few hours of rerun tv
talking and smiling
and making up for the stupidity we had before.
i’m glad we got to spend time together.
i can taste the tension
but it’s faded to the back of my tongue
and the nausea i had has finally gone.
tonight we’re getting dressed up
and celebrating our survival
through all the drama on the stages of our lives,
but the audiences are falling asleep to our conversations
a lulling rhythm to the words we speak,
a lullaby in the topics we’ve picked.
curtain call at the end
and bedtime afterwards
and the warmth of your skin on mine
is sweet like the taste of sweet cakes
and i close my overly make-uped eyes
and smile myself to sleep.

<3

ames plaza

[cheesy love poems now??]

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