Suppose I loved like you.
There'd be no new Fruit to pluck in early Spring if I loved like you.
Nothing to show for Harvesting and Growth, just weeds that make the prettiest thing look remote.
Loving like you.
I can't understand why you love like you do.
When I say I love you
and you thinking you're playing me, say "I love you too."
That's just the way you love, don't chu?
Acting like you.
You should be a Oscar Nominee for the work you do.
Can't all good actors perform like you.
Crying, Smiling, Laughing, Hurting.
That's your job while mine is steady loving you.
But let's talk about me.
Loving like me.
Its harder than you think, loving like me.
Underpaid, emotionally enslaved, this job don't have no benefits.
Why do I stay?
Sitting at home, by the phone, why do I stay?
Haven't been out since our second date, what date was that on?
Don't think it was even a date, I think it was the last time we went out trying to be adults, talk it out, and makeup from your last fuck up.
I'm just saying.
If loving like you was this flash before my eyes as mine glazed over with a transfixed smile.
This will be our last date.
*i promise a REAL post next time and no more poems lol*