The Non-Senses of Love

Love is the taste of pennies in my mouth As I pick myself up off the ground And trust me love has a very distinctive sound Such as doors slamming Glasses and dishes shattering on the floor My heart beating fast wondering if I can take much more Love is feeling my back hit the wall as I try to back away Feeling small when you enter a room You leave me no space Love has the familiar scent of whiskey Mixed with the stench of fear Which radiates off of my skin as you grow near Love is the feeling of relief that overwhelms me as you leave the room exhausted The feeling of emptiness when you awaken Forgetting what you did Love is the role on the bathroom floor as I erase any trace of evidence that says you don't love me Love is the smile you have when You walk through the door Stopping in front of me to fall to the floor Love is the sound of sobs and apologies “Baby don't leave me please” And love smells like flowers that convince me to stay And chocolates make the taste of pennies go away.