Ache in my chest
A shake in my hands
Zoned out gaze
I saw this coming
I like to ignore
The red flags

love is not made of giving and taking in equal parts
it is not a favor for a favor
i owe you nothing

love is not a compromise reached after long deliberation
it is not hurting on Monday
and healing on Tuesday

love is not touching because you will leave if i do not
it is not feigning naivety
when you see me cry

love is not the untimely squandering of innocence
it is not the suffocating grip of guilt
it is not your unwelcome touch

love is not
love is not
love is not

There's not enough books in this world
To hit you with all of them,
Because I can't stand you
And books are quite handy for this.