Maybe tomorrow I’ll forget why we even spoke of love with tones of hope
Maybe I’ll neglect you, use you for sex and the occasional shoulder to pull over on
Maybe I’ll whisper ‘I love you’ after you’ve gone down or when I’m tipsy
Maybe it’ll be a truth
Maybe it’ll just be to fill the void that I can see on your chest
Maybe I’ll block your numbers and delete your pictures and change my address or leave the country
Maybe I’ll follow your every move and count your tears
Maybe uncertainty is what’s keeping me from falling in dried up wells
Maybe I don’t want you to refuge in between my legs forever
Maybe I’m not even a home for myself, yet."
I love you more than noonray’s fiery claws love to rot peaches to their core. I love you more than gasoline loves to snake its acid arms to virgin sea. I love you more than triggers love to be pulled against a hot and shaking hand in a streetlamp street fight. I love you more than milk loves to spill and more than rain loves to pour. I love you more than revolutionaries love to guillotine limestone faces of ancient kings. I love you more than an atomic bomb loves to stretch its gaseous legs from its rigid metal chamber. I love you more than a machine gun loves to massacre. I love you more than a willow loves to weep her leaves in December morning frost. I love you more than a junkie loves to lose the feeling in his skin. I love you more than a pimp loves profits from a sleepy redhead’s outstretched legs. I love you more than a prisoner loves to scratch his way to daylight through the unforgiving earth under a midnight watchman’s weary eye. I love you more than crystal loves to break and more than the earth loves to crumble and shake.
The laws of entropy dictate that the earth destroys herself with every exhale of her heavy lungs, but I love you anyway.