How Raw Can Love Get?

I am your stalker
I am the piece of bread that gets thrown to the ducks
I am the saliva in your mouth
I am the dirt that gets thrown up from your wheels
I am the bit of mouldy food in the fridge
I am the unmade bed you lie in
I am broken door of your favourite wardrobe
I am the wobbly table at Nandos
I am the uninvited guest
I am the homeless man begging
I am the broken laptop
I am the Big Issue seller
I am the loner in the playground
I am your dirty washing
I am unopened letters
I am liquid on your Macbook Pro
I am a snapped handle to your Louis Vuitton
I am the chewing gum in your mouth
I am a power cut
I am a stolen car
I am throwing up

I am LOVE in its rawest state...