I want to love you like

I brush my teeth 

Like i look in the mirror

Like i leave my shoelaces untied

Mindless necessity made manifest

(You are the mother of my inventions)

I want to love you till we become empty

Till my feelings have nothing 

To do with it anymore

I want to love you like

What my relationship with her was like-

The best I could come up with, however, is this:

We were bound, like a dictionary.

Often searching for multiple meanings

And how they change, with regards to

Time, nature and space.

Perfect mastery over each other's language.

What we never realized, however

(Or was it just I who didn't want to realize?)

Is that even dictionaries, just like people

Just like us, run out of words, after all.

That he had once loved

Like a child would hold a

Bouquet of dandelions.

They erupted and tumbled away

From his hands and into the air,

Before he could even make a wish