my favorite type of love is
where you can be a ugly in front of each other.
I do call it the ugly love.
not because you are ugly people.
But you are passed the honeymoon stage, the rehearsed questions and answers:
The perfect hair, the perfect outfit.
Your masks are off
and its a sweat pants
watch the hockey game
snuggle while it rains kinda love.
Where we can argue about politics,
kiss and playfully make up –
where we can fall asleep on each other
drool left on your shirt.
its pure, authentic and you aren’t being anything but natural,
and i think that when you get to be exposed open
its embracing our natural state,
beginning the journey to find out what really makes love?