love is the scars on your knees, the leftover food in your refrigerator, the songs the birds sing. It is the pain you inflict, the sweet nothingness which flutters from your lover's mouth. Love is a half complete cigarette, diet coke that fizzles on your tongue, the rainbow sprinkles on your cupcake. The battered package you recieved in the mail the other day, the sound of wind escaping through a small gap in your window, the dampness in your hair. Love resembles the chipped red varnish on your fingernails, your grandmothers musical box. The ballet shoes youve had since you were five, the music playing on your car stereo, the flaky paint on your walls, the bubblegum stuck under desks. Love is the tooth fairy, your hands and the things you can make with them, the kisses you blow, the clothes that you wear. Love is 5am morning thinking, your sensitive teeth, the tangles in your lovers hair. Those sleepless nights, overdosing on pain killers,, undeserved success and recognition, telling lies and not getting caught. Love is blacking out from consuming too much alcohol, being desired by multiple parties, solving a mathematic problem, watching the peope around you, watching the people around you screwing up their lives. It's screaming out of your window in the middle of the night, flaming your lovers ex, make up sex, smudged mascara, dishevelled hair and smeared lipstick, the coffee and toast you consume on a daily basis, little children, silence, recyclable materials, trees, photosynthesis, development and fairy lights strung through the trees.
No, love is you, i, and a careless mixture of everything else we think about.
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