Call it Love?

I know it’s been years since we were together,

But I’ve never stopped speculating

That we’d given it a name as twisted as love,

We’d have destroyed it;

And just as easily.

Had we said it to each other,

You’d have been my lover and I’d have been your dangerous hope

And maybe I’d have gone to the ends of the earth for you

And maybe you’d have walked over glass to find me,

But deep down somewhere I’d still have known

That we’d have obliterated it

Had we called it love.

I’m glad we left it someplace reasonable enough to be untainted

Somewhere, sealed into a box of chocolates, a case full of dust caught books, in the first rays of the rising sun

And I’m happy we kept it that way

Because I’d have fallen to my temper,

You’d have forfeited to your hurt.

And we’d have dragged everything we cared for into the crossfire

Had we called it love.

Today I see you in sad songs,

On promising sunny days,

Nightfalls,

And in all the little things;

Knowing that if we’d called it love,

We’d have destroyed it.