Love is
the scars on your knees
the leftover food in the refrigerator
the songs the birds sing
the pain you inflict
the sweet nothingness which flutter from your lover's mouth
a half-complete cigarette
diet coke which fizzles on your tongue
the rainbow sprinkles on your cupcake
the battered package you received in the mail the other day
the sound of the wind escaping through a small gap in the window
the dampness in your hair
the chipped red varnish on your fingernails
your grandmother's musical box
the ballet shoes you've had since you were five
No. Love is
you, I, and careless mixture of everything we worry about
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