le petit prince

Artist: Jay Buchanan

I had never truly been in love.
I had only dated older men.
I had always demanded a lot.
I mean, honestly, I shocked myself.

I am older than him.
I was there when he came out.
I was there when he first smoked.
I had barely known him for over two years.

but nothing feels rushed
everything feels right
darkness, sometimes, sure
but three years on I

miss him when I’m not with him.
feel him when he isn’t touching me.
smell him on my clothes.
hear him in my head.

We sleep together. I cannot sleep alone.
Our bodies fit together like two halves of a broken rock.

We think exactly the same way. We talk about how we think exactly the same way – we talk
about how we think about how we’re talking the same way as we’re talking.

I suppose I love him.
I think I love him.
I feel I love him.
I know I love him.

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