Rubik's cube night.

my breath smells like tuna fish
 and he doesn't care.
He leans in and places the softest kiss on my lips
  like placing an artifact on the coffee table,
  like falling into a dream

 and tells me never to doubt that he loves me.
never to doubt that the stars wake up every morning for me
and the skin on my bones breathes because I deserve it
He tells me that no amount of tuna fish
or showerless days
or past tense secrets
could make me any less lovable.

He tells me I'm irristable.
 and he kisses me again