sleepyshell:

I wrote a poem about Kevin and Bob.

Do I normally write poems? No.

Does it rhyme? No.

Here it is:

He wasn’t funny jokes

Nor he was bed time histories

He wasn’t a child’s smile,

Loosen and carefree.

He wasn’t home

He was a hospital’s acid smell

He was the sound

An empty apartment…

I love it <3 I love it hard <33

As I go reading and identifying which part refers to whom, I get all worked up, with a stupid sappy smile on my face.