he hadn't quite learned everything.
after we fucked - then showered - then faked a few kisses he handed me my shirt and asked if i'd ever return.
i sat back down and we watched frasier.
he was used to niggas who'd flush and go - then become infrequent messages in his inbox and a dick picture in his picture mail.
so when i needed to talk - i'd call
and each picture he had of me had been admired by his mother
"he's handsome" she said
so we stopped fucking for a while so he could learn.
i told him love was a misunderstanding between two fools.
and as long as i didn't give him a reason to love me - he shouldn't.
we became fools who strolled by monuments
and planted sunflower seeds at the bottom of rabbit holes
and i told him:
i do not love you because of who you are -now- to me
or what i believe you may become.
i love you because when i call you - you answer.
