The Best Way to Fall in Love (Prompt)

The best way to fall in love is to look at your lover, look back, and go “shit maybe I’m in love.” To slowly realize your life is cohesive with another life and those two things won’t be separated, not because of a notebook moment in the rain or a declaration or a ring but because that’s just not a fucking option, sorry.

The best way to fall in love is to get annoyed when your partner whines at you for doing something they literally always do but you never even said anything before and now if you do it will be a cop out so you sit there with an eye-twitch and say sorry and maybe hug and they walk away and your lips betray you with an- “I JUST THINK IT’S FUNNY”

The best way to fall in love is to make fun of each other’s parents and exes together. To only refer to them by first names, to know each other’s impressions based on the inflections they use. Tracy with a cocked head and a slow voice and Becca with a nasally bitch tone even though her voice isn’t nasally, she’s just a bitch.

The best way to fall in love is to get way too excited about tea and candles and be confident that your partner also prioritizes tea and candles.

The best way to fall in love is to dance when you suck at dancing and laugh on the kitchen floor, to make your ugliest faces possible and still want to rip that person’s clothes off later. And know that you’ll grow old, and still want to rip that person’s clothes off, but slower and with shakier hands.

To love is to have routine, but not boredom. To get excited about nachos. To get excited about travelling to a foreign country someday. To understand that those two things probably equal each other in excitement. And that’s not sad, because there’s consensus.

To name your future dogs, to dream up how you are going to have March Madness in your house, but not with basketball, with drag queens. And your small little babies will make brackets and be required to be knowledgeable of gay culture in all its facets. Those babies might be dogs or humans. Probably both. Definitely both.

The best way to fall in love is to look over one day, and realize it has been years but it felt like minutes, and feel your relationship like a fact. You have a mom, you have a dad, you have bills, you have a personality, you have hazel eyes, and you have your person.

The best way to fall in love is to not have to be unapologetically yourself because you were never asked to apologize, and to be yourself is to also be in love with another life. Your life partnered with another life. And it is just, neat.

Sometimes that love drools, snores, or kicks you in your sleep. Sometimes that love is so apparent and stops you in place and you do feel like it’s a scene in The Notebook in the rain or a declaration or a ring and that is a bonus. Sometimes that love pisses you off and wakes you up when you nap. Sometimes that love scares you when they forget to text that they are home safe. That love is your safety too.

The best way to fall in love is to let it happen, and write a poem about it, and to not read other poems and worry about complacency or comparison because this is your love poem, this is your love, this is your best way to love.

The best way to fall in love is to fall in love in a way.

Russian Doll Prompt- Think of an Object (I Open X and find Y, I Open Y and find Z, so on…)

I open my car door and find a street with a black snake of tar ripping through like a border from an old life to new

I hobble over the tree that invades all space and reaches its roots into my waist to take hold of my stomach and whisper “hey, it’ll be okay”

I open my mind to the possibility of running before I ring the doorbell and find I am frozen in place

I open the door to find a brunette, big smile wearing my same shirt

I open my mouth to say “it is okay, that means we already got rid of our one mistake today” and I find that pressure picks up its suitcase and waves us goodbye and wishes us luck

I open the door to the Museum of Fine Arts to find frames filled with prompts for my humor

I open her hand when she asks me why the hell I haven’t held her hand yet to find this is going to be easier than I thought because she is confrontational

I open the battery compartment for the TV remote so we can watch our second movie of the day and find that though it is SpongeBob, it beat the first selection by a landslide

I open the plastic wrap off the peeps in the middle of Randall’s to find a stomachache around the corner, and go on to find that my heart won in a match of rock paper scissors and said “suck it up we still have to kiss her”

I open the mail-slot on the porch of my best friend’s house where we went in a panic because I forgot I was cat sitting, to find I am a good liar

I say hey come help me with this the door is locked

I open her hands once more and set her things on the floor when her back is turned and after dishing out commands and summoning the most courage I can I give one last order:

Kiss me

She opens her lips in that breath-snatching smile and we find that a year and a half later we never had to close ourselves from each other because like that date nothing happened for so long but everything happened so fast

and life is tailored to us

Carbon Copy (Shortened, Slam Version)

Carbon Copied

Don’t want her off me

Don’t wander off

Be free

But don’t wander far from what we have, please

I’ve gotten used to being on my knees

But so has she

Eye level

I have all the respect in the world

For the most beautiful thing, I have ever seen

Utterly breathtaking

This thing we have is tangible

I’d risk so much and I am not a gambler

But I have this hunch

And it’s founded on concrete hope I

Gathered from the sheer crunch

Of a fist on my jaw, head doing a 180

Turned around after giving up and look what God gave me

Nothing has felt like this, my world

I won’t go back on my word

Not a philistine

When it comes to examining

Every detail on her masterpiece

Every night under that lamp post dragging feelings

On a thread through every synapse

Every vein every sense I have in one place

The kind of shit they tell you when advocating to meditate


What we all coincidentally strive for

What if that feeling is staring me in the face

What if it has dimples and its forehead crinkles

What if it’s 5’2 and got me wrapped around its finger

What if it’s a miracle, all I want is a future

To hold the same passion behind a podium but in a person

The same drive and ambition but for affectionate ammunition

The weight on shoulders dissipating under the covers

When I just get to hold her and feel secure in that she’s fine


Complacency is a landmine


Constantly feeling like I’m in this freefall motion

Enthusiastically accepting the physical law

Have you ever known me to be someone to take comfort in a fall?

Yet I’m restoring my faith


Never will I do her justice in the words I create

I’m hammering out, puzzling if you will

Trying to give her something to explain precisely how I feel


Always internal conflict with me

Spoken freely

Definitive Autobiographer

On the loudspeaker

Bullhorn in hand, the tip pressed to her ear

She takes it too well but I gotta worry about tiring her

Those drums gotta last I can’t keep winding her

Gotta play her a beat she’d want to live a life to

Never falter in effort, I love every minute of you


Nothing I gotta cook up in a dream

That’s not fashionably delivered

My babygirl has got it all configured

Blueprints to my maintenance and soul predicaments

There was always clarity in a crystal ball that we’d be renowned

But I don’t give a flying fuck about reputation


I struck gold in those eyes laced with blue

I struck diamonds when I tripped over you

I had my head down I wasn’t even looking

I struck oil got all the riches I was undeserving

I’ll do right by her I live to see that smile

Even if I go down as hers just for awhile

I hereby promise

That awhile will be worthy of cinema

Retold in brilliant nostalgia

Not sentimentalized

No lies

Our eyes

Our times

Told as the sun we rode on


Time will tell but tale will not fade from high degree

I will be on a peak as long as she sees me

Carbon copy of me

Carbon copy of emotions

How blessed to have carbon copied this level of devotion

Carbon copy

Don’t want her off me

Don’t go too far love but run to the ends of the earth

Be so happy and I’ll go and buy some binoculars

Time will tell but my tale will be no less than proud

Proud of you my 5 foot 2