mention love and suddenly everything starts thinking,
really thinking, about who they are, what they are,
and how they are, it’s like love is a force that defines
us, constructs the sinsides of our bodies, it is the bones
and muscle and tissue and maybe love isn’t an emotion,
or a product of the media or a chemical in our bodies,
but an anima instinct, a motivation, and i don’t mean
love as in sex, i don’t mean love as in needing someone
i mean love as in wanting someone, because we need every
one and everything, we cannot choose what we need, but
with what we want, we have a choice. love is the tug on your insides
that tugs every animals insides. the drive, the motivation,
the want, the want, the want,
to just be close to someone, to wrap yourself up in their
thoughts and words and mistakes and fall asleep
i’ve been asking everyone what it means,
because i’ve been avoiding asking myself
but it just is, with or without my analyzing and poking
and prodding, it is, even if no one ever defined it, it
would still be. it is eternal. and it changes and evolves
and grows and dies, it is an animal within itself,
burrowing inside of us.
tuck it in, fall asleep.
