"Please never leave, because I love you so." "I don't care about your feelings, I love you." "You can't keep touching him, I love you, it hurts." "I'm afraid to love you, girl. You're gonna break my heart." "You are looking better and better everyday, you are a keeper." "I don't even know her name, forgive me." "We are young, let's make a promise." "Girl, I will never be able to look at you without thinking: mine." "I only came, because I knew you would be here."
Love has teeth, they say, love has bones. Love is stomach acid, love is pumping polluted blood into your brain each and every day, love is wrong, love is screaming into the night, barking, howling at the moon, bumping into trees and stones, it's a punch in the face, love is no, no, no, love is yes, love is more please so much more, a lack of breath, love is salt, sea air, a savage twisting pain that won't let you sleep ever again. It thinks of you when you are away and when the sun goes down and love can't find you, it cries out inside wondering why can't you understand.
Nobody ever taught me how to love. My mother believes that love comes from driving you around town when you can't stop crying, it's letting you lock yourself away for years in your room, because life is too big, it's too small, it's letting you let everyone down, for her, love is gone; it has jumped over the bridge and let itself drown. For my father, love comes by mail, love is screwing the secretary over his working desk at lunch hours, love is to sleep. My late grandmother believed that a bum, a preacher with a beard loved more than all. My friends believe that love is a song filled with lies and cheap guitar solos from an old trying-too-damn-hard-band, probably sellouts.
I am loved, that I know. I'm kissed until I'm out of breath, there are these wounds on my neck and knees as if I belong somehow. I wonder,why does it keep telling me things, wanting me back, begging for more?
I am as old as the sea; there and back again. I have all these words inside of me, all these songs and memories, all these wild things.
I am I am I am embraced so tightly sometimes, what is going on?
All my lovers scream I LOVE
YOU into my face, like a curse or a threat, but they never know how.
There is a me inside of every you. Could this be love as well?