Ode to the 19th
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read

I never really liked my name much
until I found out what it tastes like
being sighed into my lips
from yours
or that I much prefer it
heavily breathed onto my neck
when you have nothing else to say
and the sheets are a mess of
drunk, sloppy kisses
perfectly placed back-handed compliments
and
the kind of love I used to write about

