Love on Demand

I don’t think you ever knew
how much I loved you,
or how I pressed these
poems between my teeth
or my heart, all depending
on the day or the weather
and whether or not you decided
to take my calls or drown me out.
I don’t think I ever knew
how much I wanted the world
to read me when I wrote of you
or us and every dark thing
I tried to hide in the night
behind the hope that someone
would come looking for me.
I don’t think we ever knew
what we were worth
until we spent every dollar
we had to look for some
kind of love that all looked
the same after it was swallowed
and shat back out.

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