Seven months of love
Of kissing in the mechanic stairs
in the gaps to fill of the day
we would flourish
Late nights at the keyboard
"I'd love to be at your side"

Seven months of wondering
what is all this about
Seven months of doubt!
of being pushed against the wall
and loving every minute of it
of going back and forth
waiting impatiently for your call
Your love, your love, your love! Oh
Seven months of paranoid thinking
"Will you cheat on me
Are you hiding something"
Usually, some of the time
of lit-up poems - you set me on fire
of waters in a roar - whole lakes that I own
of your steaming glasses - when we're steaming too
How you take them off
How I see you filled with love

Seven months of asking myself questions
that life throws to my face
they would never have showed themselves
hadn't you came

Seven months - that I spent telling myself each day
"This is not gonna last"
Yet here I am. Writing these confusing, life affirming lines.

Seven months of
psychotic
love