I’m a walking litany of love and destruction,
and I don’t know what to do anymore.
There’s no 12 step program for you.
I find myself, more and more,
wishing that you were not my first heart swell.
First implies a place in a series.
First implies an end.
I want you to be my Only.
My one and only.
And you are sure you never want to lose me, but
you’re still figuring out exactly what that means.
I don’t know what that means.
While the clock melts waiting for you
my words spring up— incendiary—
all gunpowder and venom and slingshots;
they consume everything that
dare get in their way.
Our love is a war and I’ve a scorched earth policy
I can’t seem to abandon.
Love and destruction are one and the same, and
I am a walking litany.