if I could learn to love you less
the sky would open up and swallow me whole
if I could learn to love you less
i bet my success would be big enough to fill the gap of your leaving
if i could manage that
then why not bend the trees at my command
if there were less to love
they’d sing your praises from rooftops
if there were less to love
i could slide my attention to shifting through time
and finally
blot out that fusty sun
just a smidgen more heartless
and i could sour pickles at will
kill daffodils
the impossibly unknown would be in my control
i’d manifest solid homes for those without
or be the master of my own eudaimonia
in time, i could
then again
in time, i could also learn to
move the stars in the sky
teach them how to play a jazz tune
whenever the moon came around
if i could learn to love me more
i guess there’d be no point to this poem
because i would have everything
i ever needed
You know!! Strong!