huckleberry:
“i wanted to love you until my lungs collapsed but you opened my mouth, looked down my throat, and “your lungs are too pink”
Loving like suffocation
Loving like your-love-is-all-I’ve-got
Loving like never-looking-back (pillars of salt)
Loving like pencil-thin-eyebrows
Loving like ripping newspapers
Loving like flower umbrellas inside the house
Loving like post-marks and bite-marks
Loving like strangulation by phonelines
Loving like white sheets in rain
Loving like this is the way we move
Loving like maps to your heart
Loving like love is never forgetting
Loving like sad sad sparrow grief songs
Loving like the weight of the world
Loving like it is never enough
Loving like i don’t know what comes next
Loving like stick shifts and little red cars
Loving like melting popsicles and sticky mouth kisses
Loving like tomorrow is today is yesterday and we are all aligned”
