A collection of small poems (Lo fi beats and rain in the background)

September

I wanted to say I love you in September.

You won't read this until I do, because god knows this isn't logical

It was love at first call, and we talked about our wedding weeks before I asked you to be my girlfriend

I wanted to say I love you in September.

Your laugh on the phone is infectious, and your debates with me are foreplay

We will raise our kids with guidance and love, and there will be chores and public school and wine with the family

I wanted to say I love you in September.

Every early-morning, I stop myself from giving away too much, from handing over my entire heart even though I'm confident you'd keep it safe.

I keep the words in my body, but day after day they grow and beg to escape my mouth between "you're so lovely," and "you make me so happy,"

I wanted to say I love you in September.

I need to know that I'm saying it for all the right reasons, but you've never given me a reason to think it was wrong

I'm fluttering and smiling like I just watched my favorite song performed live. My body yearns and longs for this to be settled.

I guess that does it then, my darling. I will say I love you in October, amongst the falling leaves crunching on the ground and the cold gentle breeze. We will hold hands in mittens, and kiss like it's our very first time

I will say I love you in October