She will be the type of girl who has a laugh like an entire goddamn symphony,
She would have a library bigger than mine and she’ll want to combine them when we move in and we could laugh about we have doubles of all our books,
She’ll love drinking, because I need someone who looks in hazy excited eyes and drag me to the dance floor,
She will take my jokes and one up them but never keep score,
She would screw me like a fire-eyed animal with unending passion,
She won’t mind the mornings I wake up early but refuse to leave the bed,
She’d sing with me the car and let me drive because she knows how happy it makes me even if I’m not as good as her.
She will understand my references to obscure things,
And we could spend all night listening to music,
If she knew my coffee order and kissed me that would be enough for now.
Actually I’m more like a human that doesn’t categorize themselves into a gender binary.
My progressive breakdown,
Come watch my cells forget their purpose,
Stopping mid sentence,
Screaming skeletal structure,
Run your fingers down and,
Read this quick escalation of panic.