A Love Poem (maybe)

Maybe someday I will be on your bedroom floor.
Maybe you will wake up, and I will be doing push-ups,
or painting my nails,
or doing something a man would find sexy.
Or maybe I won’t be. Maybe I will be ugly and terrible,
A monster, an animal. 
Maybe I will be something that has crawled out of your nightmares
and onto your bedroom floor.

Will you love me then? 
Will you love me when I am a pile of limbs on the floor of a public bathroom?
Will you love me when it is 2am 
and I am taking all the forks out of our house
and putting them in our neighbor’s mailboxes?
Maybe you will still love me. 
Maybe our neighbors will not. 

 
c

cinnamonwarmth

VT

YWP Alumni

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