Tag: love


You asked for the truth
and I don’t think that’s what
you’re hoping to hear
but I’ll tell it anyway.

It’s true–
living is so profoundly
and death probably isn’t much easier
but we’re alive, for now
and we’ll die someday
and everyone else will, too
and truthfully I couldn’t tell you whether
I’m in love with you or not
or even what love feels like
but I don’t care.
If this isn’t it, then I’d die happy
having never loved at all
because I don’t ever want to feel anything
except for the way I feel
right now.

If that’s not love
it’s goddamn close enough.


I love like rainfall
in a parched ugly desert
sporadic, unpredictable and
Rivers roar through
my scarred features

they soak my soul
and it brings me to life.

Of course,  the rain can’t last forever–
I know that it must end
and it will.
Sunlight will return, soon, searing
it’ll burn me back to dust
and the rain will have dried up
and nobody will suspect
there’d ever been life here
at all

but not yet.
I’ve still time.