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.