🖤
With you
With you i learned the best of 6 xø
The no cry no more texting after meet up.
With you, I learned to see and feel life differently.
You're that crazy, disorbitant desire that never goes away.
With you yes.
At the mall, in the car, in the bathroom at work, in your dads bed, outside that busy place.
With you everywhere,
you'll never hear a —no— to a proposal.
I never get a headache.
That we exist and are all in one room,
but once we date we're just friends who vent and are there if our partners fail.
A — Hey, beautiful day! —
—Same, take care of yourself. — And no more by chat.
You know about that ,,,,,,,
who broke me, and how not…. ..
I know about your wife, and although the first times I felt guilty about her, now I can tell you that you are my favorite sin.
What a pleasure you share with me under those white sheets we look so well when we're done and each one rests on their side.
I really enjoy the laughs you give me after a gold gasm.
Don't think I only see you as the guy I can get rid of the times I broke my heart.
You are so much more than that, and you know it.
We are so much more than that, but we cannot, nor should we allow ourselves to cross the line we once stipulated as a rule.
You have a commitment, and I want to remain free.
But let's share ourselves a little, because we're so good at that.
Cause we met late.
Reading this poem, I am reminded of the intricacies that come with complicated relationships. The author beautifully captures the mix of passion and restraint, showing how two people can share deep moments while respecting boundaries. In my experience, such relationships demand honesty and clear communication to avoid misunderstandings. The mention of unique places—like a mall, a car, or even 'your dad’s bed'—speaks to the spontaneous and secretive nature these connections often have. The phrase 'you are my favorite sin' particularly stands out, reflecting the bittersweet feeling of desiring something that may not be completely right or possible. This resonates with many who have experienced loving someone outside traditional commitments. The poem also highlights the healing power of companionship, laughter, and shared vulnerability after hardship. It’s intriguing how the author describes the transition from emotional turmoil—"the no cry no more texting after meet up"—to a more peaceful acceptance of what the relationship has become: friends who support each other when partners fail. This dynamic of being 'just friends who vent' but with a deeper connection is familiar to many navigating modern relationships. Living through such complex emotional experiences has taught me that maintaining freedom while sharing special moments requires balance and self-awareness. Enjoying each other's presence without crossing pre-set lines, as the poem suggests, helps preserve personal integrity and mutual respect. In the end, it is about savoring the joy that can occur 'under those white sheets' and the quiet contentment that follows. For those who find themselves in similar complicated love stories, this poem is a poignant reminder that it’s okay to embrace desire, cherish the good times, and acknowledge the constraints. Love is rarely simple, but it’s the honest sharing of these feelings that truly enriches our lives.
