They say that you can only love one person in life
But how can you say that you love one
When you can’t even say that you are one whole person yourself
That you need another person to be one
To me,
Love is not meant to be selfish,
with light impermissibly creeping in under shut doors
Love is not meant to be kept away
Caged in by the bars of society,
by the bars of heteronormativity
Don’t you see?
Love is free
Love is open
Love is all of you
And all of you are me
Parts of me
Wholes of me
Memories
Cities
Me
I said love is not meant to be selfish,
Well, I am a big fucking hypocrite
Because I confess,
I want to keep all of you inside of me
As if you are the books I keep on my shelf
Shelf placed next to bed
Placed next to bed
next to me
next to me
With every chapter
There are pages left bookmarked to reread
Pages heavily annotated by your presences
Never enough for my greed
But you can carry books so far
Books can do you nothing when you are across lands
across ocean
They weigh you down
They are left behind on the shelf
Collecting dust
And no love deserves
to be left behind
to collect dust.
