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You don’t know what love is.
I think love is found in the streets after rain
I think love is found within the mundane
I think love is sweet, but laced with pain
I think love would drive me insane
The metal table presses patterns into skin.
My heart spasms in a futile attempt to move me.
Through thick hair I see you stand as one, washed out by the sun’s golden beams.
You respond to her vague, yet enthusiastic. You don’t lead the way, but you were never one to follow.
Tell me, why now?
You say it looks like pineapples. I snort out a laugh through the ache.
But that’s the worst part, is it not? Even while you tear my heart out, I can’t help but love everything about you.
And it’s sad that the best part is when I tear my own heart out, because that’s when you can really see me.
I think about you when I’m with you.
I think about you alone.
I think about you all over town.
I think about you at home.
I think about you always, but if your words are anything to go by,
then I think about you when you think about her.
It shouldn’t be me, but I want it to be.
It wouldn’t be right. I’ve hurt her too much already.
I’ve hurt you too, you just don’t know it yet.
And yet I call you my friend, but nothing more, through gritted teeth.
I recall your laugh and laugh myself
I recall your smile and smile
I recall your rhymes and rhyme myself
I recall your bravery, yet the words die in my throat.
I remember when I said I liked your hair. I should’ve said more. Was that my mistake, not saying more?
Who am I kidding, I know I couldn’t have said more. It hurts, but I knew that. I made the promise regardless. I always expected to lose you. I never expected to love you. Now I’m unprepared to lose you, and I can’t imagine not loving you.
I think love is subtle, a haunting creep
I think love is vast, too much, too deep
I think love is a gamble, a too-risky leap
I think love I can borrow, but never keep