Creative | Posted by Emily B on 07/30/2010

Labeled It Love

I’m sick of the way you labeled it love
with emotions manufactured out of flesh and contrition
you can try to hide lust in the vat of a fairytale
but saying you love me isn’t a fucking baptism

I’m sick of the way your love disassembles so neatly
Tear down the plastic Christmas tree, break off the branches and the stem
I’m sick of the way you tried to love so completely
when, darling, we are Love’s intermission.

I’m sick of thinking about your tongue every time you start to speak
The line between love and friendship softened and malleable
I’m sick of the way you think of your love as a quaint antique
because, dear, the tarnish isn’t fucking valuable.

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