One day 
my laugh will be too loud and my habit of leaving the cabinet doors wide open will become a tedious task

Go behind me 
pick up after me
I never learned to clean up as I went 

you’ll roll your eyes at my stack of half read books
and my full arms as I carry more in

you’ll be angry 
at evrything 

falling out of love 
Is actually just 
seeing what you once chose to ignore

no longer blinded by excitement 
the intoxication fading
you’ve lost you buzz 

the honeymoon phase is ending