i fell in love with your eyes, but then your eyes became pits of darkness inside life's plum and it wasn't quite okay with me but i dealt with it because they were yours.
i fell in love with your heart, but then your heart became a ball of wires of darkness inside your chest and it wasn't quite okay with your mother and least of all me but i dealt with it because it was yours.
i fell in love with your hair, but then your hair became packing straw inside of a barrel made of mahogany and it wasn't quite okay with your deadbeat dad and least of all me but i dealt with it because it was yours.
i fell in love with your lips, but then your lips became cold and too much like your great great great grandmother's and it wasn't quite okay with your brother and least of all me but i dealt with them because they were yours.
i fell in love with your words, but then your words weren't heard and it wasn't quite okay with anyone least of all me but i dealt with it because they were yours.
i fell in love with you. but then you weren't you and it wasn't quite okay with me. it was okay with me least of all. but i deal with it.
i deal with what you were.
dedicated to b.w. - a poem written a billion years ago