Your Love

Your love is cold sand.

Your love is a warm breeze in the fall.

Or maybe perhaps a shiver that once ran down my spine.

Or even my tears at night when I’m lonely.

But then it’s lightning and then it’s not.

A cemetery when somebody new has arrived.

The last page of an unread book.

The remnants of a forgotten song.

Your love is that time I ran out of breath.

Your love is running in the winter.

And lying about during the summer.

Your love is what I can’t have and what I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy.

But then again your love is what I can’t feel.

And what I can barely grasp.

It’s the wind on a dark winter night.

Clothes fresh out of the dryer.

It’s when I meet somebody new.

And when I run into an old friend.

It’s the time I slept until three o’ clock in the afternoon.

And the time my heart leapt out of my chest.

I hate you.

But then again maybe I love you.


 

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