I know this is dumb to think
to feel as if this all was real instead of nothing
that those times you missed me and came looking weren’t just boredom
an itch that you couldn’t reach.
It’s stupid to believe that any lust-filled words were true
beyond a carnal need that could have been serviced by anyone
I’m ridiculous if I saw your words for me as meaningful
that they were meant to last
through more than just a wasted night or stagnant morning.
Love is dumb though.
Love is stupid.
Love is ridiculous and it doesn’t care which direction its pointed or why
The fuse is lit because it needs to be
The explosion happens whether you want it to or not
Even if it only is one side that’s turned to rubble.