Wednesday, June 3
A question answered, finally justified,
With a Love like yours & a heart like mine,
Yet tonight I'm still here, claiming my spot,
[If I love you, don't make me fight for you]
A question answered, finally justified,
Another question brought to the table,
Arousing nothing but the scratching of heads.
With a Love like yours & a heart like mine,
Despite Commitment never my game,
Along with Promises that I promise to never make,
Tendencies of Starting things I never really finish,
Conditioned to Walk out on anything & everything irrelevant,
Trained to Destroy these things I build myself,
Yet tonight I'm still here, claiming my spot,
As I take in the surrealness of what's become.
This organ, I allow permission to throb hard,
Accompanies my thoughts that run wild,
Complicates the twists breaking loose from my tied tongue,
Electrifies the skin that penetrates through so much blubber.
My inability to stay has slapped me across my face.
Hey, take a good look at me now.
Because I'm still a lover, not a fighter -
But I love better.
xoxo
xoxo
(source of inspiration: SDPC cigarette box)
Because I'm bigger, better & fucking Pride-induced. :D
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