Something I'm not used to writing. Bear with me while I attempt to evolve.

I thought I knew what love was and I wanted
to scatter it in pieces at my feet.
To pluck it from its grounding like a
porcelain vase cocooning flowers in its womb
and smack it on the floor.

The lavender and white orchids land quietly
while the rest cracks solid against cool kitchen tile.
I wanted to squeeze the shards in my hands,
watch the blood slide from my palms and
pray this would scar.

I wanted to pull my dress at every seem
til it tore from my body.
For the shrapnel to run my tights and
dig into my knees while I crawl across the floor.
I wanted to collapse on the sharp edges and
wait for you to find me here
in a stupor of laughter.

Mostly, I wanted you.