skinny love.

skinny love.

i sit here and study for finals.
all i can do is think of you.
running.
running across my mind.
i want the type of love.
the skinny type of love.
where two people are in love with each other, but they are just afraid to say anything.
the one where its being in love all the time.
even after being married.
even after having kids.
the type of love that is a new type of skinny.
my definition of skinny love.
my pandora radio.
open the door.
pick me up.
i wrap my legs around you.
i steal your beanie from your head.
swing me around the room.
my hair flying behind me.
the sound of laughter filling our tiny apartment.
one of those apartments that is run down.
one of those apartments that is sketchy.
one of those apartments that is filled with old people who have lived there since the beginning.
the kitchen sink drips.
air conditioner is unreasonably loud.
the carpet is stained.
the bath tub doesnt plug.
the bathroom sink is lopsided.
the floors are slanted.
the living room window covered with broken blinds.
the screen door swings opposite from the door.
and no one would want to live there.
but i feel safe with you.
when we curl up together in my old bed from high school.
or the first couch you had in college.
laptops and books.
papers and notebooks.
backpacks and fast food bags.
the little flat screen tv, and old gaming system.
the stereo always playing music.
never stopping.
our bedroom filled with clothes.
clothes either needing to be washed or put away.
messy bun.
your old fall out boy sweatshirt.
socks up my calves.
no make up.
a cup of cocoa.
movies.
late night study sessions.
car keys thrown on the little table next to the door.
a baseball bat behind the door...i claim we dont need.
but i let you keep it there.
our dead end jobs bringing in just enough rent money.

this life may sound bad to others.
but.
but this is our life.
and we dont mind.
its the clothes, hot cocoa, messy hair, beanies.
its the music, fast food bags, laptops, papers.
its the drippy faucets, and bath tubs that dont plug.
its the books, and paper plates, no dishwasher.
its these things that make up our silly love.
our skinny love.
the moments of cranked music, top ramen, and screaming dance sessions.
the moments of laughter, kisses, teasing and smiles.
these are the moments that define my type of skinny love.

now.
now i need.
i need someone.
someone who owns a fall out boy sweatshirt and beanies.
someone who can imagine this with me.
i need someone.
i need you.