Okay, Sir (a duet)

Sometimes love isn’t about grand gestures—it’s about the quiet moments when you’re allowed to come undone and still be seen as whole. This poetic back-and-forth is for anyone who’s ever searched how to be vulnerable with your partner, emotional intimacy in relationships, or poetry about love and respect. It’s the conversation between two people who understand that storms don’t scare away the sky, that sometimes the fix is a blanket burrito and trash TV, and that real strength is found in holding space for each other without breaking the crown.

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she said

sometimes I want to be the one

slamming cabinet doors

and sighing like the world owes me something—

not for drama,

but because I’m exhausted

from being the one who always knows what to do.

he said

and I let you.

not because I’m scared—

because I know the storm’s got nothing on the sky

once the clouds clear.

I’ve seen your center.

I can wait out the noise.

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she said

I want to unravel.

cry over the dumb thing,

rage over the real thing,

then throw you in the passenger seat

of my emotional rollercoaster

with zero safety checks.

he said

and I’ll buckle up,

snack in hand,

already knowing this ride ends with your head

pressed to my chest

pretending I don’t feel your tears

so you can still keep your street cred.

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she said

you don’t even need to understand it—

just fix it.

even if fixing it means

wrapping me in a blanket burrito

and letting me make you watch trash TV

while I call you names like sir baby angel boo.

he said

done.

I’ll paint your toes,

pretend to care about the plot,

rub your back while you roast the characters

like they’re real and listening.

but understand this—

you’re not winning.

I’m just restoring order

without breaking your crown.

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she said

I want to rage

and still be the prize.

to fall apart

without losing your respect.

I want to pout

while knowing you still see me

as powerful.

he said

you can do all that.

just know—

when I say “you done?”

it’s not a question.

it’s a soft warning

that the grown-up’s back on the mic

and it’s time to exhale.

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she said

I’ll sit my radiant self down,

cross my legs,

sip my tea with a glare

and mumble...

both

okay, sir.

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she said

let me come undone

he said

only if I get to be—

both

the one who holds you

For the search bar warriors

This piece is for anyone who knows that love is not just passion—it’s partnership. It’s the ability to come undone without fear of losing your place in someone’s eyes. It’s the quiet strength of a partner who can weather your storms without trying to silence them, who knows that sometimes the fix isn’t logic, but presence. Whether you’ve been the one raging or the one holding, you’ll feel the rhythm of this duet—where vulnerability is honored, humor softens the edges, and the crown stays firmly on your head.

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