Slammed

“…I'm as nowhere as I can be,

Could you add some somewhere to me?”

-The Avett Brothers, Salina

He laughs. I like his laugh. I hate that I like his laugh.

Will slams poems, I slam doors.

sometimes life doesn't happen in chronological order

I feel invisible and I like it.

He repositions his hand underneath mine and our fingers interlock. I like how easy the transition is, like we've been holding hands for years

imperfections define perfection.

"I love you, too. I love you so much," I say.
He brings his lips to mine and I throw my arms around him and kiss him back. Of course I kiss him back.

“Who cares about tomorrow?
What more is tomorrow,
Than another Day?”
-The Avett Brothers, Swept Away

“I wanna have friends
that will let me be
All alone when being alone
is all that I need.”
-The Avett Brothers, The Perfect Space Chapter Eight