Jordan

Your love is comforting like when I pull my blanket
high above my chin at night.
Though sometimes it can be chilly,
and your breath icy.
But I ache for that warm feeling in my stomach
When you kiss me
And sometimes I even open my eyes in the midst of it to capture that moment

You are that familiar wind blowing on a Sunday morning
that at ease I breathe in.
We have so much history
in so little time
I can't grasp how real it all is still
I know people say getting over your first love is always the hardest
But tbh I don't think I'll ever be able to get over you.
Even after all of those breakups
the one thing you've taught me is that we are sketched
so delicately into a tree
And we are meant to be read someday by strangers in a park
We are meant to be
no matter how crazy it sounds