what love was

love was a darkned room and a mattress on the floor
it was cold skin and watching cigerette smoke swirl around to the ceiling
love was a raised eyebrow across the room
and fingers crawling around my neck
pressed hotel room sheets and kisses in a taxi back seat
love was two hours sleep and a long distance phone call
love was my paper heart in a drawer
that was thrown away when he moved.


love was then my cruel tongue and abrupt ends
it was driving around at three am
love was rome and rye and my leg pressed inbetween his
it was seafront views and salty air while we smoked
love was comforting warmth over a scottish fire
love was homemade sandwiches and sunday film
love was taken for granted with youthful apathy
and thrown away with ease

love is now a rope tied around my waist
waiting for him to pick up the other end and pull me in
its not knowing why i call, or text, or email
its listening to his voice and not understanding
why i could easily listen all day
love is argumentive and rude and flaky
love keeps me coming back for more
love now means i am sleeping alone.