what a stupid thing to say
there is a box full of letters under my bed
they are all signed
miss you, i love you! see you soon!
they are from friends who live far away.
i have said i love you a hundred times
i have written it with hearts in letters, on sketches
on my hands in red ink
in black ink.
i say love for lots of things
everyone says love for lots of things.
but love is a stupid thing to say
to something that is not a thing.
i love my dirty sneakers
i love swimming in the ocean
i love coffee with milk and sugar.
someone once told me they loved me
you love me?
like the way i love my dirty sneakers?
i have never loved anyone
i have only loved things.