I love you like a perfectly practiced accident.
I love you like the poem I’ll spend my life trying to write.
I love you like tying a kite to a fishing line.
I love you like diving into the sky.
I love you like visiting a souvenir shop in my hometown.
I love you like extracting a rotting tooth
and then setting it in an engagement ring.
I love you like it would be an awful waste of courage not to.
I love you like pissing golden halos onto the heads of snow angels.
I love you like a road-block made of “No Exit” signs.
I love you like sleeping with your back turned to someone
while your hair reaches for them across the pillow.
I love you like what else am I supposed to do with all this wanting?
