Black Coffee & Marshmallows

I love you means nothing.

When I try to say I love you

The words crumble and fall from my lips.

So instead, I run my hands along your stomach and

Kiss your head because that tells it better.

 

Intertwined bodies at 3am and a sweaty brow

Says more than I ever could.

Body language prevails and body heat

warms the soul so why do I need words?

Why can’t I just wipe your tears and

Run my thumb against your palm at midnight

when you’re scared and worried about

Your mother’s illness and the

brother you never talk to.

I’d rather eat Froot Loops and watch the Mets

with you because we want those things much

More than we should ever want three words.

 

I don’t need  I love you

 

I need hot chocolate with exactly 12 marshmallows

And I know you need Coffee. You need it black.

I need to flick a gooey white glob into your mug

When you’ve gone to get a muffin.

You can never have coffee without a muffin;

A blueberry muffin, whole wheat preferably.

I need 11 marshmallows.

So, if I know all these things,

Can I please never say I love you?

Can I hide your socks and hug you when

look upset, instead?

I refuse to be “luv ya” over text and

Late night calls when you can barely make

those three little syllables,

because we are more than that.

We are fighting at 4 and kissing at 4:05

We pull childish pranks and make jokes like 12 years olds.

I know what salad dressing you like best and you know

When I say no but mean yes.

We are between the lines and there is no place for

I love you there. Never open the door to it.

So please, honey, let me take your hand

And whisper dirty secrets on commercial breaks.

I don’t need words that break so easily.

I need you, hot chocolate and 12 marshmallows.

One for your black coffee and 11 for me.

Reviews

[Richard]

Really very nice :)

[SyberRose]

Yes its not where you're at...its who you are with...Enjoyed reading your words claire:)