we can't compare our love to an elegant rose
or a cheerful sunflower
not even the weeds in the grass can signify our lows

our love is a tornado
its strong and its scary
one minute its there the next minute its gone

we can't map our love on a piece of paper
or track it over our skin

our love is an invisible squiggle
its meant to never be seen
and its destined to end

our love,
probably,
is not even shared between us