The Big Little Things
A Poem
O you really do it for me, Dear Asha, I mean just look at you and your greatest parts.
You have no parallel, no equal.
So forgive me if I misplace my heart inside your chest somewhere, hoping it will somehow take root and grow up around yours.
There’s nothing regular about our thing, what we share.
It’s a situation I am most grateful for.
So, keep my heart, for storage at least, and when you text me out of the blue saying I look like some famous dead person it will once again liven up the dead parts inside of me.
See, I remember how you looked underneath me in all kinds of different lights.
I’m part of no clique, not any besides all the boys who love you, who treat you like a virgin undone.
You have that in your nature, my love, the ability to affect anyone you come in contact with.
I don’t mean to minimize it, anything but, but if I were the single most important thing in your life, I would be happy to play that role.
There’s a hot chemistry between us and yes, I’ve run away sometimes when things got ugly, but I always wanted to come back.
