A million love songs later,
A thousand romantic movies later,
I realized,
I don’t really love you like that.
I love you like shattered glass.
I love you like that wound on my palm.
I love you like pain.
I love you in so many different ways.
I love you like a dead bird.
I love you like art absurd.
I love you like slit wrists.
I love you like that bottle of phenol.
I love you in so many destructive ways.
I love you like broken hearts.
I love you like crazy sex.
I love you like my cheap whiskey.
I love you like everything that isn’t meant to be.
I love you in so many dirty ways.
But I couldn’t love you any less.