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

let me be kind to 
someone who won’t 
hold it against me

I will
listen while you 
talk about the things you
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