#1590

Lines I (Probably) Won’t Use When I Propose to My Girlfriend
but that are true nonetheless

I could watch you play Assassin’s Creed forever. Will you marry me?

I’m not physically capable of cutting my own butternut squash. Will you marry me?

You’re the only one who takes my crane fly paranoia seriously. Will you marry me?

You not only get my obscure Jurassic Park references, but you make your own. Will you marry me?

Together, you and I will be the strongest couple in the entire world. Will you marry me?

I find your intense hatred of Paul Revere adorable. Will you marry me?

You introduced me to Avatar the Last Airbender. Will you marry me?

You introduced me to Dexter. I hate you for that, but will you marry me?

I’m sorry I introduced you to Cowboy Bebop. And Swordspoint. And Under the Poppy. Will you marry me?

I really like making out with you. Will you marry me?

I want to spend the rest of my life listening to you talk like Steve Di Schiavi. Will you marry me?

#1584

sometimes it feels like I am back on the other side of the mirror, palms pressed to the cold glass as I beg “thee to me, sister, thee to me” and it scares me, sure, but I know I pulled you through the glass once and I know I can do it again if it takes me a lifetime of chanting, because I may not be patient but I am stubborn as hell

#1579

there’s an ocean of stars inside me
a galaxy that presses at my seams
begging to be released in offering to you
swallow down this stardust world
drink the last drops of my galaxy
and transform it into raw energy
starbursts and explosions
meteor showers and solar flares
I’ll shape them into words
hot, electric, dazzling
and begin the cycle anew

#1571

you think you shared a life together? hah!
you shared as much of a life as Rapunzel and the witch
one resigned to being the keeper
the other resigned to being the kept
I didn’t come climbing up that tower to steal her, you know
she just needed someone to catch her when she jumped
did you really think she’d stay forever?

#1560

don’t you understand? you’ve got it backwards
I am the Moon, often veiled in darkness
waxing and waning as I add or remove layers, depending on my need to hide
not you, beloved; you are the Sun
you should bare yourself in glory
let your golden flesh glow unfettered, unfiltered
don’t hide behind clouds, don’t dull your rays with fog
you are beauty beyond imagining, brilliant and burning hot
can’t you see you light up the world?
shine, you fool, shine