Just a Little

You asked me if I'd cry,

I lied
when I said


I didn't think about stuff like that.

Not at all.
Truth is, of course I would

be

You have become
essential (to me)
within just a little under
a month.

I think if you ever ceased to be I would
become

dysfunctional though physically intact with all
raw emotions
cut off and stemmed into other beings
through the redirection of energy.
Love is a paper-thin word designed to ignite
the greatest of emotions within ancient man.

In a modern context, I am stuck
with the trite economics of
electronic lies
and I am wont to exclaim
love in a paranoia of events
leading up to a chained reaction of
petitioned drugs- you are my ecstasy, heroin

after all.

Inclusive of tax, I would be charged
with the attempted murder of a heart:

I think maybe I might have fallen just a little too hard.