Love is...
Chapter 1
Love is cocky
you read every inch of her skin
like it’s your favourite book
you learn which words will make her yours
and a whole paragraph will make you
beg to take a break
and safe words
have no meaning because it’s not love
if it’s not rough,
right?
love is picky
like letting her choose which days
you’re allowed to touch her
and which days you stay away
out of fear of somebody watching
you don’t even look at her.
you don’t need to look at her
because
love is blind
you can tell what she’s thinking
from miles away which is why
you believe her when she tells you
she wants “only you”
but the hellfire in her eyes tells you
she’ll take any boy with a tongue
as crafty as yours
love is bitter
like trying to forget her name
but remembering the way
she looked at you
when you reeked of cigarettes
and her best friends perfume
thinking of a hundred and one things
the next girl could do so much better
and instead of being toxic,
fueling your bad habits and having
the audacity to call you an addict
telling you
“i hope you fucking choke on it”
love is evil
and if you spell it backwards
i’ll show you that the E
stands for
Every day i counted the minutes
until i could see you only to be pushed away
more often than you held me, you put
Very little effort into even talking to me and
Oh my god, some days i can’t get enough of you
and other days i wish you would just
Leave
love is a mix of 808s and heartbreaks
and poems inspired by the radio,
it’s smoky skies and sunshine
falling in and out like regaining
consciousness after a night of drinking
love is the thunderstorms
you swore to protect me from
until you left in a flash,
i’m counting the seconds until the
booming noise hits, leaving me deaf,
i don’t even want to hear your name
let alone face what comes with it
love is forgiving
and even though we know
this time will be worse than
the time before
we still inexplicably choose
to fall in love because
love is inexplicable
like a…