How Much Do You Love Me?Just a question that runs through my mind sometimes...
Is it with your pinky finger,
Or your fist?
Is it with your entire body,
Or with every breath your lungs exert?
Do you love me when you see me?
When it’s most convenient?
Do you love me when I’m gone
Or is that just an opportunity to forget me?
Do you love me as much
As there are stars against the atmosphere?
As much as an ambient rainstorm,
Or do you love me like roadkill?
Do you love me with the warmth
Of our palms pressed together in the winter?
Do you love me when I’m kind and taped together?
Do you love me even when I’m a bloody mess?
How much do you love me?
With a handshake, a hug, or a shotgun?
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