Tell me, love
What do you not understand yet, love? I refuse to be your alternative I am ride or die I am, of your casualty, dismissive I am no "maybe, we could still be" I am a "hell, yes, we are we " I shall not be your escape plan I will be, unapologetticly, me I love unconditionally and unwavering I am raw and inconvenient For all the honey comes with vinegar And all my love comes not as a fiddler, it comes as something Absolutely Singular.
