feeling.

I like that you had to work hard

for my love.

I think you see me as soft-

warm and comfortable, a constant.

But I’m here to tell you

the work continues.

My love is conditional.

Love me when I’m impossible, when the chips

are down, when there’s nothing to say but FUCK

Even though my heart skips a beat

when you enter the room,

Please know- I’m not afraid to leave you.

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