Only human
I sometimes think I want you
Only because it would break my heart not to.
Because wanting you is what I do.
And it would break my heart
To break routine.
Occasionally, I allow myself a peep
At the idea that I might not want you
And that my worship of you
Is like your worship of cats
And other domestic things
That cannot harm.
Other times I think I want you
Because I am only human,
And will die a human death;
And you, and wanting you,
Means I’m alive.
Then something will happen.
I might catch a peep of a smile
Cracking in the corner of your mouth,
And something supercharges me and kills me
A million times over,
Each time better than the last.
But that something,
That smile,
That reason,
That hasn’t occurred in a while.
Labels: love, radioplay, romantic
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