i listen to you talk through walls. your voice always makes my belly turn to dust. there’s something about you that makes my bones melt to warm milk. your wide shoulders and my small hands all over them. it’s you and it’s only you. it’s never been anyone before you. i’ve never decorated my heart, never hung up another lover over my mantle. not like this, not like now. and i know, i know, they say everyone finds glory in new love. they say everyone makes those lists in their minds and hangs them in the back of your heart. you are more this, less of that. everyone feels this way. but i’ve never felt this way. i make the lists, believe me, but there is just no comparing you. maybe it’s trite, and maybe it’s hard to believe, but when i lean over your sleeping body and put my lips over your seventh rib, it is always brand new. it is always love. and it has always been you. and only you. 

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