pencil shavings

I’d say that love is like pencil shavings.

No, I’d say that death is like pencil shavings.

Or, is it like a paperclip?

Which one? Love or death?

I could say that love is like pencil shavings,

but I won’t because it isn’t.

I say that love is like pencil shavings,

but I don’t because it isn’t,

it’s more like an owl at 2pm,

which is like love, because it’s in love,

with something or someone.

It’s like knowing that one day, I’ll be walking down this street

and see you walking beside me.

It’s like knowing that today, as I walk down that street I won’t,

see you beside me, anywhere near me, not today.

Because love is like pencil shavings, death is like a paperclip,

and you’re like God to her.

It’s like love if love wasn’t pencil shavings,

which it isn’t.

So, it is.