You cannot love me if your desire is for my equal adoration
You cannot love me if my imperfections make you hide
You cannot love me if I don’t aggravate every nerve in you (when I do)
You should not love me if you don’t feel me move inside of you
You should not love me if my no’s mean no to you
You should not love me if I cannot make you cry
If you love me, you must love me more than I do you
Because my love will forever reach up to yours
And it will protect you
But you cannot, if you love me, love me less.
t♢.
You were this process,
You stole half the year,
Covering me,
Layer under layer,
To feel protected.
Yet
Nights keeping warm,
To get you out,
Were the better ones.
t♢.
Nothing matters to the sun;
Not the swell of your eyes.
Nor the ache in your chest.
Her beauty will rise,
And she will leave.
Nothing matters to the sun.
t♢.
For the years should’ve made a difference
The approach should’ve come more comfortably
You should’ve known that I’d be here for it
Disregarding the blatant misery
And the things that I thought were clearer
Seem to fog among the silence between us
And the notion stands that I was your savior
Disregarding the blatant misery
t♢.
To what do I owe thee honor of love?
Chances are if feels too good you’ve been lied to.
Or you, yourself have lied.
To what do I owe thee honor of love?
If it is the very core of this hour by hour sadness.
What honor is there in her love if it were not how I wanted to be loved?
It is easiest to doubt the honesty of anyones’ affection.
To doubt their intentions and to only fear their abandonment…
There is no focus in such a tie.
No faith, no trust, no peace.
Merely selfishness.
If I am to have thee honor of love,
I want free love.
I want a love that expects nothing.
I want patience in that love.
I want a love that consumes me if ever the miles between us are in the thousands.
I want a love that understands.
I want,
my love.
t♢.
