Romantic love
Grasplessness
Intoxicates me
As much as it does you
But the question remains:
The conundrum
Of love demands
Imbalance
But we’re none
The wiser thinking
We can have it
On one hand
And not the other.
This much I know:
Love demands
Quite a bit more
Of something
Than nothing
So, don’t think you’re above
Not believing
We all believe
And beg to be believed
And plead
And bleed
Our cases, as they are —
To be loved, and love
In return.
But that’s all bullshit
What I wrote —
And still, I write it.