i love you like a song.
or one of our favorite movies.
i love you like ‘over the hills and far away.’
when you play that tune. i drift off in our bed,
in a room that could barely fit our cluttered life,
and an income that could barely keep us fed.
i love you like that road trip we took down the coast.
it’s those small, seemingly meaningless moments when i love you the most.
when you answer the phone and talk in your slang.
when i ask ‘what you wanna do tonight?’ and you just wanna hang.
i love you like a springsteen song.
that time you came with me to kings of leon, even though you weren’t a fan,
you swept my hair
and kissed my hand.
i love you like that italian place across the street.
and that night we got into a fight
i climbed up the two story building
broke the window
just to have you turn on the light and say
‘what the fuck are you doing?’
i love you like i stood there,
vulnerable and trembling.
i love you like there’s nothing to lose
there is no gracious ending.