Man in his Pyjamas A collection of comedy writing, poetry and Asperger Syndrome.

Love (stupid bloody love)

They say, that love is blind.

But, it is not

Love sees everything

And love, love has very good hearing

And can hear you muttering, under your breath, from the kitchen.

And it can see you roll your eyes, and clench your fists

DON’T LEAVE THAT THERE!

Love,

Stupid bloody love

 

I go to sleep, and you my love, are there

I dream my dreams, a thousand dreams, and you my love,  are there

I wake up in the morning, to a brand new day, and you’re still bloody there

Did you not set the alarm?

I’M LATE FOR WORK NOW – AAAARGH!

Love,

Stupid bloody love

 

Where would I be without you my love?

who knows, my love, who knows?

Probably, out with my friends, gulping fun down

Laughing and smiling in metropolitan towns

Flirting and shirtless, carefree and elating

Not sat on this couch and casually waiting,

For death.

Love,

Stupid bloody love

 

But I suppose, my love, I’d be lost without you

My anchor, my rock, my reason,

I’d be adrift,  without you, my own true North

And I suppose your face,  and your breath on my skin and your beautiful, beautiful soul

speak to my heart in ways that no-other can

And shine a light on me in ways that reveal me, to me

 

I would do anything for you, my love

Go anywhere with you, my love

Where? KUWAIT?

WHAT’S IN BLOODY KUWAIT?

I don’t want to live in Kuwait.

I don’t like sand in my bum crack

We’ll have to get married.

WHAT KIND OF A PROPOSAL IS THAT?

Yeeeeessssss –  I’ll love you forever  – stop bloody asking. AAAARGH!

Love,

Stupid, bloody love.

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