It's not that I don't love you when I see you somewhere unexpected and I immediately feel the urge to embed my fist in the nearest wall, to fall to my knees and screw my eyes shut so hard that I see shades of purple and blue.
It's not that I don't love you when I use every fiber in my body to not text you that one thought (those hundreds of thoughts) I have of you in a day. I try so hard my hands begin to numb.
It's not that I don't love you when suddenly my jaded eyes are more quick to turn away, more evasive, when you smile your goofy smile or tell your gross ass jokes.
It's not that I don't love you. Don't you ever (not even for a second) think I don't love you.
It's not that I don't love you; it's that I do.
YOU ARE READING
as we fall
Поэзия(Spring, 2017) I didn't know it when I first saw you, but when I did I couldn't look away.
