i don't think i believe in love.
sitting here now, if i were to pick apart myself, i don't think there would be anything. if feeling had taken shape of an object. you wouldn't find love, or lust, or happiness, or sadness. there wouldn't be anything.
i've never had a kid. of course i wouldn't ever do anything to harm my family. if i had kids, i suppose i wouldn't want to harm them either, though most people do harm their kids.
is that love, then? the lack of violence?
then i love you more than anything.
because when i am with you i am still and unmoving you might think me dead.
perhaps you are sucking the life from me.
perhaps that is why i can no longer feel the things
i once thought meant more than possessions.