Monday, July 6, 2015

I love.

I love.
For better or for worse I still love
And I'll love some more.
I love past and through and despite and otherwise
I love sideways and heavenward and beyond
I love deeply
I love your intelligence and your stupidity
I love your innocence and your cunning and your swag
I love that hat tilt and that epidermis texture
I love the scent of her perfume against your neck
It mixes with your musk and your funk and the overwhelming stench of fresh lies
I love that you think I'm sweet
I love.
I love hard.
I love fiercely and surely and full
I love being ignored and acknowledged
I love being adored and loathed
I love how those so called friends of yours treat me
I love the rhythm of my footsteps as I leave
I love.