here's the thing about love by Teresa Sadowska

it’s always the little things.

it’s always the details.


it’s her smug smirk

or the way he grasps a pencil or


it’s his loud chuckle

or the way her eyes glimmer with a bright idea or


it’s his wide eyes

or the way she says your name.


you can feel her velvet lips

gently caressing proof of your existence.

she has demanded your allegiance

while knowing that it’s already her’s.


but if it’s always the little things

why are we always waiting for something big?


what are we waiting for?


each smile could say “I love you”

each blink could say “I care”

each word that spills from her careful, careful mouth

is an admission of guilt.