i'll float with you

you gave me Sylvia,
I gave you movies.

Never said I was a saint,
but I wish I were beautiful.

Guess this poetry
is just a grocery list.

I want to cook us dinner
and make love after work.

Maybe we are martyrs,
in a roaring ocean of our own moments. 

Still loving,
still leaving. 

Be my bookmark,
and I'll be your playlist.