Push and Pull

were I to compare you to a living creature,
it would be a fox — you are cunning and sly,
and almost entirely untrustworthy, but you are
still my favourite addiction and I cannot breathe
without your approval.

were I to compare you to a well-liked song,
it would be something with guitars and drums,
and lyrics that are almost unintelligible, but you
still pique my interest.

were I to formulate a sentence about you,
it would be something filled with colourful
language and insults, but it would never capture
your air of mystery.

were I to dedicate myself to you as a whole,
it would be a disaster, but one that only ruins
my own being — it would have little impact on
your everyday life.

were I to tell you what I so desperately want
to tell you — to fuck off into some god-forsaken
corner of the universe, it would be the most
beautiful act of suicide.