Kicking and Screaming

People love like they’re being dragged into it

Kicking and screaming.

We fall in love, we fall through it.

Like it’s the window on the top story of a tall building

And we are stuck in a boring meeting.

I hear you always die before you hit the ground though.

We love like the last drop of alcohol in the glass

As if when we take a sip we’re going to be told it was poison

And we’ll just smirk and say “Perfect.”

We love like a phone in a gutter after a Saturday night

With a hundred text messages saved to drafts, unsent.

We love like

Overturned ambulances,

Loose springs on mattresses,

Starving dogs trained to bite.

We love like

The model in a makeup advertisement

Loves to see her airbrushed face on a building

Before she goes home

And looks at her face

In the mirror.

I love like the vicar

Loves their sip of wine on a Sunday.

We love like we’re trying to convince ourselves

That we shouldn’t hate ourselves as much

Because somebody loves us

But really we just want to love them

as much as we hate ourselves.

We love like we’re being dragged into it kicking and screaming.