if love is all you have to say
i fear the day you float away
because love is a drug: addicting
and you will come down eventually
what’s left?
a stub of you rubbed raw
to the bottom of your sticky bones
you couldn’t help but tear apart—
i want more
i want it to mean more
but i find i strive for happiness
in more multitudes than love
and i hope smiles aren’t a drug
something i toss away eventually
because happy is a simple concept,
or at least it should be; too good
to throw around the way ‘love’ is
