draft for my modern poetry class

am i normal?

you told me you were busy and my heart felt like it shattered. 

your snap score went up and the wine in the cabinet didn't taste as bad as it used to. 

you ignored my text and the speed limit didn't matter. 

you said i looked nice with my hair up and i never wore it down again. 

you could tell me anything, and i’d do it in a heartbeat. 

you could kick me, punch me, hurt me beyond repair.

and i would still use the last bit of strength to get up and apologize. 

is that love to you?

is that normal to you?

am i normal?