I don’t know if love means screaming at each other till our throats die out, our words being knives piercing through the promises we decide are broken. I don’t know if love means standing at the top of the tallest building we can find, shouting ‘I love you but it isn’t enough.’
’I don’t know if love is a battle, picking out each other flaw so flawlessly, our swords passing through the so-called trust we were for shields, our silence, the bullets shot through the sad metaphors for people we call ours.
I don’t know if love is comfort, a home to come back to. I don’t know if it is an illusion, and us, the naive kids running their fingers through chained gates, barbed wire parks, screaming ‘It’s real. I swear. You’ve got to believe me’ I don’t know what love means to you, I don’t think I want to.
