I love you like i love vanilla cheesecake
I love vanilla cheesecake but I'm not in love with it.
Its a silly series of letters anyway, the word, "love".
Its not patient. Its not kind.
Its not romantic or sweeping or
played out in black and white on a train station platform.
I love you like i love the smell of autumn
like the colour yellow and dark chocolate truffles in a pretty pink box.
I'm not exactly clear what this word 'love' is about.
Sounds kind of messy, and exhausting
and hard. Then mind-numbingly painful,
and so heartbreakingly difficult to maintain for any time.
I love you like I love classical music
Because you both bring me peace and sense of okay-ness.
It might not make sense but thats all I can say.
You're messy and exhausting
Not romantic or even sweeping.
You're you. Just you. And me? I'm me.
So lets not say I love you or you love me
Lets love vanilla cheese cake and yellow and the autumn.
Lets leave our feelings felt and not heard,
Existing in our hearts but never in a book.
And whenever you want to know how i feel about you,
I'll share my vanilla cheesecake and not say a word.