my love has issues

my love has abandonment issues.

my love hates sleeping alone.

my love, a clenched fist around your

heart; yes, my love is that terrifying

because it doesn’t know release.

imagine the moon, how she sets the ocean

free to spill over distant shorelines only to

clutch it back to her chest again and again.

we call this ‘tide’.

we call it ‘gravitational pull’.

my love is like that —

desperate, unapologetic.

except they don’t write scientific theories

around my love; this swelling in my chest

is too big to be understood.

big enough to have its own gravity

and some nights, even strong enough

to pull you back into my arms.