If you’ve known love…
An exploration into the abstractness of love
If you’ve known love,
You’d know
The weightlessness of it
Crescent-moon gliding
Over slopes of madness comatose
Veins splattered rapt in drug overdose
If you’ve known love,
You’d know
The faintness of it
Sickle-sweet, bird-sung spring air
Whisking petals of gilded hope
Pillowing idly on a bed of asphalt
If you’ve known love,
You’d know
The smallness of it
Tiny, germinated seedlings of despair
Blimps in the sky blinking deranged
Stars in the horizon decomposing soft and strange
If you’ve known love, you’d know
The breathlessness of it
Unpinnable pinings licked inarticulate
Wobbly words dance to trippy breaths
Stuttering once, twice, tongue-tied
Irrationality swooning over worldly-wise.
Then again if you’ve known love long enough,
You’d know
It’s most likely a can of laced Gatorade
Treading tenderly towards an expiration date.
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