this is your love letter
for better
or for worse
as the case might be
it doesn’t matter
don’t you see
the complete redundancy
of examining to extremity
the weight of that random possibility
that you may not after all
love me
my dear, if you must
choose only to trust
the grumble in your gut
that you’d choose me over
but
for my raging insurgency
and this curious tendency
to be so jarringly me
you have a point there, i see
but my dear, if you must
if only to resettle the dust
helpless with love
subject to lust
abdicate present will
to find out if i love you still
you’ll forgive me
you’ll see
the blinding transparency
with which
i switch
and remain as always,
your Oddest Oddity.
1 comment:
i like this
a lot!
should write like this more
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