Love was
Love was a
party
two pumped
up balloons
set free
bumping on
the ground
clumsy with
gravity
dead air
left to
deflate
Love was a
meal
haute
cuisine
portions like
leftovers
pushed around
the plate
all the
ingredients you learned to hate
the dishes
left
stacked in the sink
Love was a
dream
an IKEA bed
unmade rough
wood
sheets
rucked and stained
with sweat
and blood
an atlas
left
unwashed unchanged
Love was and is a door unhinged
