they ask me if it's like but i'm convinced it must be love because like couldn't have weathered not even half of the storms i've been through for you, under you, into you; like couldn't have caused chest-pain-akin-to-a-heart-attack-pain when i thought you had died after not answering for a week; like couldn't have pulled me in so long my body became it's own magnet without needing any of your gravitational pull; like couldn't have had me writing poems about you convinced 'like' has left a long time ago