This piece is known as ‘the poem that’s so cheesy it’s practically fondue’. You’ve been warned.
would you come over to my house we could sit on the floor make up lyrics for forgotten songs you would tuck your toes under my thigh warm your fingertips on the chipped porcelain of my skull-shaped teacup when I bring it to my lips it always reminds me of you let me be kind to someone who won’t hold it against me I will listen while you talk about the things you love you could laugh at my jokes if you think they’re funny maybe when I’m tired I’ll let you mess up my hair we could share a blanket and fall asleep holding hands I don’t want romance. please, darling, just see me