so this is love

not inherently romantic or sexual 

not holding hands, or kissing at sunset 

not peaches or drowning in fiery passion 

that isn't the type of love i feel so strongly

my love is smiling as they say goodnight 

and thinking of them always 

my love is being the happiest when i'm talking to her 

and arguing over who loves the other more

my love is asking about her day 

and knowing when something isn't right

my love is speaking french 

and claiming letters

my love is making playlists and pinterest boards

and just trying to make them smile

my love is space, a shout into the void, dark and never ending

my love is soft and bright, vicious and strong 

my love is honesty and kindness, care and respect 

my love is that of the moon and the sun

my love is being miles away and mere inches at the same time

my love is proudly inhuman

this is my love

Question of the Day: can you play any instruments? if so, which ones?

Prompt of the Day: write a poem about/to your best friend.