when i really love something
it is an all consuming journey.
i cant see very far past
the things i love
when they look me in the eye.

when i really love something
its all i can do.
my heart lives on one track
in one gear, in one speed.
like a bullet straight ahead.
ripping through my free time
through the things i should be saving.

when i really love something
i promise to never leave that thing,
because i cant promise i can be
without that thing.
im scared to see what this
may look like with out that thing.

but when i really love something
it always finds its own way to **** me
and then i take a year to recover
before i lay back down
on the sidewalk like usual.

when i really love something
it will eventually tell me
that i am a liar
and that i broke a promise i made
before the weather got bad.

and when i really love something
i find myself explaining
that i never lied to it
just that the truth keeps changing.

when i really love something
i let it go
to see if it will come back
and when it doesn't
i am surprised.