If Love Was You
By AMANDA CIROCCO
If love is a boomerang,
you’re a quick slap shot to
the outside corner,
never scoring a goal.
If love is sweet and suckle,
you’re a sour berry
dripping poisonous desire over
me, asking for more.
If love is that,
Then this is not you.
If love is a game,
your passing GO on Monopoly,
collecting rent and cashing out
at the bank.
If love is a blissful slumber,
you’re waking me up
every hour.
If love is watching the morning sunrise,
we’re staring up the moon at
a quarter to three.
If love was you,
well then,
I don’t know what
love is.