I love you, but…

Since when does
I love you
not mean
I love you?
Since when does it mean
I love you but…
You’renotenoughthere’ssomeone
elseletsjustbe
friendsIthinkIneedsome

space.

Since when have I been
telling myself
I love you, but…
Yourthighsaretoobigyourcheeks
aretoochubbyyourlegsaretoo
shortyourstomach’stoo
flabby.

Since when have I
expected to hear
I love you,
but
be treated like
I love you, but…

How long has love
been a lie?
How long have you been saying
I love you
but
wanting more?
Because
I love you
is not
I love you, but…

 

I love you
is
you’reperfecttome,Iknowyour
flawsbutstillandwillalways
want you, only you.

I cannot blame you.
You lied to me,
but
I love you. 

You Can’t Find This In The Dictionary

the sun entered your eyes
when they met hers
and the way you held her in photographs
defines love in a way my words cannot. 
i can see what love is, 
but my heart is closed and cold, chiseled
from unforgiving stone, and I will never
understand the warmth. 

I cannot see the way you look at me
or if the moon resides in your eyes. 
I do not like photographs; the way they
distort the perfect
pictures in our minds. 
So I may never know the definition of us.