Love is the cracks in my hand,
love is the tears in my shirt,
love is the knife turning inside.
First it’s days then it’s years,
first it’s feelings then it’s fights,
it’s up all night staring at ceiling light.
Love is the mileage on my bones,
love is the rungs under my eyes,
love is the blood in my veins.
First it’s the crest then the trough,
the waves will carry and
the water will drown.