We filled a photo album in one weekend,
and every time the camera clicked,
framing your pretty face,
“one good girl really IS worth a thousand bitches.”
My ring finger has been itching all night.
You poured the wine our friends got us down the sink,
and we warmed the house with some cheap cider and a pizza the size of the moon.
I made a wish once,
that one day I would fall asleep,
and be so excited to wake up,
like I used to on Christmas Eve.
Every time I circled the sun,
it seemed more impossible,
but here I am,
tucked up tight,
trying so hard to fall asleep,
so I can spend another day with you.
I am so excited.