Hypothetically …
Hypothetical
Hey babe …what if I was your social media, call me so-in-to-ubook.com, the one that never asked
you to crop yourself to fit into my frame and you could unapologetic ally be you,
the one where you didn’t have to be worried about what you shared, and each
image that you post in my mind I liked … even well you know …those ones (lol).
What if You didn’t have
to hold back words which when uttered make other people feel uncomfortable
because they are your truth, the social media is called your face but my last
name, my hands your body Maxwell in the background “let’s just play the game”-post
What if we could go
backward on the timeline… back to the 12-year-old braggadocios love that is
reasonably “once upon time” pure, to that place when our connection meant something
and I whisper in your ear … “woman do you know that you’re so sacred to me”
-post
Before the first hurts
planted the seeds of the cynical, when the eyes and touch of man didn’t cause
you fear, but as god intended it felt secure, woman when you walk through that
door into our home… our leave the world behind with you …my souls bear hands I built
this house with non-performance love laughter, I love you because I love
because I love and I don’t wana know anything yep it crazy but it is what it is
…the fairy tales always crumbling , my arms my eye contact, the sound of my
heart beat when lay down , that’s the happily ever after -post
… Hypothetically
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