loving you is like loving the dark
when it falls upon the silent street.
loving you is loving the ache
of twisted ankles and icy feet.
loving you is loving the sound
of a song left for hours on repeat.
loving you hurts, my darling,
nothing so bitter, never too sweet.
loving you is loving the cold when
you're standing pink in white air.
loving you is loving the fire
that wreathes the trees and your hair.
loving you makes me hate love,
hate how i love that you don't care.
loving you is like loving poetry,
without a rhythm, without a rhyme.
