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Real Love

Love is not blind.
Love is not rainbows and sunshine’s.
Love is not easy. It’s not simple.

Love is, your morning breath smells like dead animals but I love you anyway. 
(Now come here and give me a kiss you little possum)

Love is, I only have $5 to spend so let’s share a 4 for 4
(I’ll take the nuggets, you get the sandwich)

Love is, waking up early to make your lunch for work even though I’m tired as hell and don’t even make my own lunch
(I’ll probably come home at 7pm starving)

Love is, making me food when we just had a full out brawl
(Your fatass hungry or what?)

Love is going to bed with each other after a long day of fighting and saying I love you, goodnight.
(Laying in bed with you was my favorite part of the day)

Love is, staying home with you even though I want to go out 
(I know you be obsessed with me)

Love is, watching you sleep and thinking about suffocating you.
(But not Everytime) 

Love is, feeling insecure and you reminding me that I’m a bad bitch.
Always reminding me to love myself.
(You seen something I didn’t see)

Love is never feeling alone, because you know someone will always be there.
(Couldn’t be alone for a second or two) 

Love is, listening to you sing to me in the worst tune ever and still smiling
(You really could break eardrums with that shit) 

Love is, performing one woman manic concerts for you while you just look at me in awe
(Whenever I was crazy, I think you loved me more)

Love is dancing in the kitchen while we make dinner. Or slow dancing to no music at all in the bedroom. 
(Those moments felt magical)

Love is, holding me while I’m suicidal and emotional 
(You never quite knew what to say but you always knew how to hold me)

Love is, taking pictures of you doing absolutely nothing because I want to remember it all. I want to relive these moments for the rest of my life.
(Or should I say wanted?)

Love is, choosing me and still feeling guilty. 
(How could I not choose someone as awesome as you?)

Love is, choosing me and wishing love was blind, wishing love was enough to survive. 

6/1/19-Laura Soriano

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