Would you still love me
if I never tore you apart
Took off your face paint
Got under your skin
looked behind those hazel eyes
Put you back together again
always better than before
say you didn’t snore
Lie (true) my teeth
catching these words
falling through my mind

Would you still love me
if I never thought deep
Seen beyond the cosmos
went back and forth through time
put it into rhyme
Walked across the face of the sun
digging into its core
Racing back to earth
in a coronal mass ejection
blacking out cities
sowing fields with magnetism

Would you still love me
without my fire
the need to question god
Ask him why he needed man
was there even a plan
Tell him human intelligence
is driving us mad
how I see an abstract shape of eternity
From my perspective
one where we never die

So would you still love me
if I wasn’t a poet
No, you would tell me I’m a pain!
for going with the grain
not speaking aloud,
or freaking out
Bowing my head,
whilst closing my mind
pretending I’m blind
You love a man not a poet
I love you too!
because unlike all this
you just don’t crow it