Kusijaskari

if I could I’d love you like those couples who grow into each other and make poetry out of body language and wear one another’s weaknesses when they get too heavy and talk about the weather without ever really meaning the weather at all; and you’d keep me from falling asleep in the ocean and I’d lie about little things, always confusing Sunday for Tuesday and you for somebody with the same face who was always afraid of me. you’d chuckle and hold me and I’d cave in to you like the hungry tide and you’d say I looked beautiful when I cried and I wouldn’t believe you but I’d cry more anyw