Tonight on Valentines day proper I lay in bed semi-smoothered in 6 year old, 75 pounds of dog and enough stuffed animals to fill a trophy den *the cover photo was taken in my bedroom, truth*. Everyone is here except for my man. We did Valentines last night, the details of which I’ll spare all of us. So, tonight it’s just me and an inbox full of so many lovely and hilarious exchanges between me and what used to be my internet boyfriend…. yeah that’s what I called you.
It has been concluded yet again that both of us are absolutely insane, excruciatingly funny and as in love with words as we are each other.
I wrote J in mid May last year:
I hope that you get drunk enough that you write me some crazy metaphor riddled email.
I love you!
He responded, probably completely sober:
oh yeah! my baby asks for terrible drunken poetry. damnit thats what shes gonna get!!
the wonder of you by julius
i wake and wonder
pause to reflect
on the wonder of you
it must be a dream, i think
life is cruel, it really does stink
true love, harrumph, harrumph
it’s a bad movie, a withered old fairy tale,
like the matrix, alice’s wonderland or maybe even the holy grail
a cheap magic trick
a loser’s game played out
with cheap greeting cards
and teenage flicks
its a fantasy don’t you see?
one that everyone clings to
but no one really believes
at least that’s what i thought
but then came you
and you know what?
fuck the wachoski brothers
and lewis carroll can eat a dick too
hollywood can kiss all of my black ass
and save some room for hallmark too
now i believe in one thing
it’s not magic, not a fairy tale, it’s true
it’s as natural as the warmth of the sun
and as real as the moon…it is simply you
i believe in us
i believe in you
and that’s all I need
I love you baby
(You may now smile and clap…or groan haha)
This may be the love poem to take all love poems.