I Love You*

I thought for a minute
today,
about love.
about why we need descriptions
why our brains need an explanation
shouldn’t our hearts just hear it
couldn’t that be enough?
have courage
to be loved
to love people
such bravery is needed
send a piece of my heart
love shouldn’t come with conditionals
or conditions.
it’s not love if it does.
it doesn’t
that’s where the hurt starts.
these things we do
I love you*
caveats
explanations
must we define everything?
why? doesn’t change the feeling
I want to look into your eyes,
tell you I love you.
and not have to say –
I can’t live without you,
you’re not the one,
but you’re one of my people now
people who make me stronger
who make me feel better
make up for missing brothers
and lost trees
and silent oceans
I’ll support you and everything you are.
whatever
wherever
whenever
whoever.
I got you.
that’s love.

Damaged Beauty

4am
phone is ringing
I feel the pain before I see it
she’s got her disease
dripping from her eyes
and I’m nothing more
distraction
but I get it.

more than we can say
of the men who warm our beds
we know.
and she’s talking of pills
running home
back to the only thing that can calm a restless angel
oh hearts like ours
intertwined
around 18 years of broken pieces

she’s so damn perfect
her tears are falling
begging me to come home
women like us
can’t help but break
and once we start

my heart is racing
does she know?
I’ve got nobody else
but I’d understand
if she can’t do it any more.

I can’t do anything
from this far away
she knows everything I’ve said.
all the pieces of glass
I’ve picked up and glued back together
time and time
again.

we’re shattering
in complete solidarity
in our loneliness
and this fucking disease
insanely mesmerizing
another night another bottle,
another morning
please,
just stay
for one more morning.