love is an instrument
love is a guitar
smashed into an amp
and the sounds of the chords
are really breaking strings
and everythings so quiet
until you fall in love.
i can feel you like the eyes of a deer
watching cautiously from far away.
i possess a fear of looking back
i don’t want you to run away
and here i sit–on the front porch
i’ll wait. quietly if i must.
crushes are crushing, but love is smashing
and sometimes i feel smashed.
i hate the word crush
all of my crushes were empty
they changed into nothing
if there is one thing i learned from him
it’s that love is all there is
we can’t hold back
we can’t let go
“you have to tell her.”
and so i did.
and here i sit–in a desk
wondering, quietly, to myself.
what are you thinking right now?
don’t doubt.