I’ll love you till I’m dead.

I’ll love you
till I’m dead
because when I’m not thinking
I don’t think love is possible
at that point.
Till then I’m yours.

Thank you
for filling the car with gasoline
when I do I’m covered in gas
smelling and to close to a lighter
I’ll go up in smoke
because the simple tasks
of this living world
are impossible
for a brain like mine.

I’m often failing
at grasping simple gestures
asking you what words mean
and what responses
are proper
and which are rude
over text
to that of a traditional mind
which I know is out of your grasp
but I thank you for the ask and the reply.

I love you
and with you
I feel success is possible
and I thank you
for the chance.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina