Love Isn't...

by Tom Minkler

Love is... higher than a mountain.
Love is... thicker than water.
Love is... not as fun when she hates you.
Love is... realizing what seems like complete indifference just means she's playing hard to get.
Love is... realizing she didn't really mean it when she told you never to talk to her again.
Love is... realizing that inside she really loves you, inspite of the anger and disgust on the outside.
Love is... realizing that utter comtempt is such a fleeting emotion.
Love is... understanding that for her, it's that time of the month every day.
Love is... knowing she won't hate you any more if you try hard enough.
Love is... wiping the spit off and realizing she's only having a bad day.
Love is... calling her every 5 minutes, even when the phone is off the hook.
Love is... calling her even though her husband said he'd kill you if you did it again.
Love is... seeing her in spite of the restraining order.
Love is... quitting your job so you can be near her.
Love is... putting pictures of her all over your house
Love is... spray-painting her name on your car.
Love is... having her name tattooed on your face.
Love is... carving her name into your arm with a penknife.
Love is... naming all your pets after her.
Love is... moving in next door to her.
Love is... building shrines to her in every room of your house... and occasionally sacrificing small animals.
Love is... sending the bitch flowers.
Love is... handcuffing yourself to her front door and stuffing the key up your ass.
Love is... slashing her tires, parking behind her and sleeping in your car so you can give her a ride to work the next morning.
Love is... getting her fired so you can support her.
Love is... looking through her trash..... and keeping some of it.
Love is... wearing her underwear.
Love is... wearing the same lipstick she does.
Love is... getting the crap beat out of you repeatedly, just for her.
Love is... Telling the cops and your lawyer and the judge you didn't think she really meant it with the 12 restraining orders and the private security and the electric fence and the wild guard dogs and the land mines.
Love is... scrawling her name on the wall of your jail cell with your own spit while your cellmate makes you toss his salad.

© MM Tom Minkler  All Rights Reserved (as if anyone would want them)