i’ve never known romantic love but i know it doesn’t belong in backseats with short skirts thrown onto the ***** floor. it doesn’t belong in lips that only ever persuade.
it belongs somewhere ethereal beyond the meadows and the maples and the marshes across the solar system in shiny stars glittering up above in the shaded parts of your aching heart
that’s where true love rests
i’ve given up on love, i think. it doesn’t exist in the same universe as me.