laughter

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He’s lying next to me
with a wicked, witty grin
and as he moves closer
his hands brushing my shoulder
and moving to my waist
I can’t help but giggle

Of course, the way love seems to work
when I laugh, he laughs
and I laugh at his laugh
until we’re both a mess
a tangle of arms and legs
and smiles
both wicked and witty and wild
until my eyes are damp
and his cheeks are pink
i laugh until i cannot think
i forget everything before this time
i forget how it felt before he was mine
i laugh until he turns me over
and pulls me into his lap
when I look up at his face
he's still smiling

This is why I haven’t stopped trying
this is the reason
this is it

His fingers on my chin
are soft and gentle
and I’ve written about it a hundred times over
but I never
want this to be over
he's nicknamed me clover
and I’ve decided he’s nova
I still look at him
and lose all my composure
my younger self was screaming for love
if only I could have shown her

He has made me laugh
it is simple
but sweet
laughter is no longer a treat
it is a consistent feeling

I think I am healing

I would have laughed at my19-year-old self
sobbing on the floor
for a boy who treated her like a toy
I would have grinned
grabbed her hand
hauled her out of the hole
and showed her
how the pain is going to move over

Now I have nova.

18:43pm - 30/06/25. 

  • Author: Chloe Sellers (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 30th, 2025 16:19
  • Comment from author about the poem: based on a genuine moment last night, could not stop laughing and i don't even remember why. think i shed a few tears. one of the best nights of my life
  • Category: Love
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