I remember when I was little I would ask someone how much they loved me
They would extend their little arms and say ‘This much!’
Now if I were to ask I would have to add a bed
Subtract the clothes
Divide my legs
And pray to God that I don’t multiply
When had a simple ‘I love you’ stopped being enough
When had the innocence of the words disappeared
Hugs became kisses
High fives became ass smacks
Laughters became awkward silences
Insider jokes became embarrassing intimate memories
Gentle hands became a tongue playing violin cords on a vagina
I love you became I fucked you
And if this is what love has become
Then I don’t need it
I don’t want it
I don’t want roses and chocolate for valentine’s day
I don’t want I love yous only when I let you enter my womanhood
I don’t want love because it has become overrated

The next time I ask someone how much they love me
I want them to stretch out their arms and tell me ‘This much!’
With as much innocence to as when I was a kid
Because ‘I love you’ seem to be a word that everybody throw around as if it means nothing