the odds of you

People told me I wouldn't find
love after 30
that I should find someone now
like love was available to purchase
on eBay as long as
I didn't expect free postage
or exactly what I ordered

I found you at 31
on Tinder
amid the incels
sex addicts and guys
that exist just to match and ghost

We sort of talked for a month
you were the one that didn't say much
but sent me pictures of things
you found at work
flowers and butterflies
the sunrise

You were the man that was sweet
but could have been easily forgettable

You bought my attention with a ticket
to a music festival
and we missed most of the good bits
because we spent so much time talking
we'd lost our voices by the next day

I grabbed your face and kissed you
some time before the main act
muttered an apology about lack of consent
you smiled and let me kiss you again

I held you hand while we watched
The Living End
high off the music
the performance
each other

We made out against your car
at the end of the night
your body hard against me
as cars honked and hollered at us
at the way out of the car park
sure they were witnessing
the prelude to a good night ahead

I told you if we fucked
I probably wouldn't call you
you told me you didn't do
one night stands

I promised myself I would wait
that I'd take my time with you
but you were in my pants
6 days later
and I didn't feel bad about it at all

8 years later
with a 10 month separation
we have seen the best
and worst of each other
and we're still here

I still forget to breathe
when you kiss me
and your hands still send sparks
across my skin when you touch me

I chose you
and I choose you each and every day
even when everything is so hard
I've got one foot out the door
I choose you

People told me I wouldn't find
love after 30

I think that "people"
don't know anything at all