what if i told you i loved you
then what if i told you i was lying?
or what if i told you
i didn’t love you
and wasn’t lying
but was?
what if i told you
i wanted to love you
but couldn’t
because i was jealous
and bitter
and that’s not what love’s
all about?
what if i told you
i didn’t want to love you
because i knew you didn’t
love me and i didn’t
love you either?
what if i went all augustine
and said
i was in love with being in love?
what if i loved you
and you loved me
and we both knew it
what would we do then?
well, i don’t know what
don’t call me a poet
i’m not in love with you
and i know it
(but do my feet show it?)
