“I don’t believe in love”
She says
As I speed through a yellow light
She presses her first two fingers to her lips
Then touches the roof of my car with them
She shuts her eyes
I don’t ask her why
I just trust her intentions
In the same way I don’t believe in anything myself
Save for the passion that takes hold of others
When they believe
I like what that looks like
The word believe when broken down
First means to live
“Be” means to exist as
Or to live
And “Lieve” means love
And I think about the bravery it takes
To believe in anything
And the bravery it takes to love
And how that same bravery is made by love
How many stupid things have we done
Just by loving someone?
How many arguments are there against a belief
In anything?
I don’t believe in god
But I believe in you
When I watch you do things
Like superstitious knee **** reactions
To keep the light yellow a little longer
So on the ride home I do the same thing
As the sun bends it’s yellow into red over a horizon
That is kissing our sunburnt necks
Because I want this car ride to last a little longer
Even though we say nothing
And you don’t ask why for the last fifteen minutes
I’ve had my fingers pressed to the roof of my car
A satisfied smile pressing back my cheeks
You just trust that I feel this means something
So maybe you don’t believe in love
But you believe in something
And by doing so
You are partaking in love on some weird level
Subconsciously
Like breathing
But I want this car ride to last a little longer
So I say nothing
Let the wind **** the silence like white-noise
It’s as close to prayer
As either of us
Will ever get
Jun 26, 2012
Jun 26, 2012 at 5:28 PM UTC
“I don’t believe in love”
She says
As I speed through a yellow light
She presses her first two fingers to her lips
Then touches the roof of my car with them
She shuts her eyes
I don’t ask her why
I just trust her intentions
In the same way I don’t believe in anything myself
Save for the passion that takes hold of others
When they believe
I like what that looks like
The word believe when broken down
First means to live
“Be” means to exist as
Or to live
And “Lieve” means love
And I think about the bravery it takes
To believe in anything
And the bravery it takes to love
And how that same bravery is made by love
How many stupid things have we done
Just by loving someone?
How many arguments are there against a belief
In anything?
I don’t believe in god
But I believe in you
When I watch you do things
Like superstitious knee **** reactions
To keep the light yellow a little longer
So on the ride home I do the same thing
As the sun bends it’s yellow into red over a horizon
That is kissing our sunburnt necks
Because I want this car ride to last a little longer
Even though we say nothing
And you don’t ask why for the last fifteen minutes
I’ve had my fingers pressed to the roof of my car
A satisfied smile pressing back my cheeks
You just trust that I feel this means something
So maybe you don’t believe in love
But you believe in something
And by doing so
You are partaking in love on some weird level
Subconsciously
Like breathing
But I want this car ride to last a little longer
So I say nothing
Let the wind **** the silence like white-noise
It’s as close to prayer
As either of us
Will ever get
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