When loving a person is not what others would do
But you do it anyway.
But until love stops.
Pain is elliptic.
Maybe I love you.
But that is just me trying to prove something to myself.
A fiction of mundane affairs.
Trying to prove that I may be what you may love,
But we would never know because we have never been in love.
Proving how we may not deserve love because we are just so careless.
Carelessly making love externally but we said our vows to each other with another.
So I can`t say I broke mine if God was careless in trying to prove that we don`t know what we want.
Because we seem to not need each other.
And He was right.
He is always right about you not wanting me because every girl seemed to need you.
But a bedroom only cannot make me your woman .
But it`s weird how you measure my sex appeal to maturity as if plugging carrots proves that I am not sexy but picking up cucumbers is supposed to give my vagina personality.
But the school of my ethics was seen as detail in the fables you made frank.
And expressing them was somehow supposed to make me communicate with Satan.
Who was using me as your sickness as his home away from home.
Teething on loves hospitality but how does love serve your soul?
But where is the proof that I have if he has been feeding it sin?
I guess you look pass my needs when you wash your car but fail to clean the interior of your mind.
To a point of you not realising that the water I provide is to only save parts of yourself that the world has taken.
But you don`t understand this surgery because you are trying to prove that you can`t love me this much.
And I guess you are right.
As if giving justice to my public orientation that dooms to love you if I were allowed to.
Because you are not with me.
And would rather have her cook your denial of me only to eat strange fruits of ripe lies just because you would rather be diagnosed with emotional anorexia.
And of course you don’t know that God already prescribed you to me.
But I don`t blame you because you never really had someone to treat you well.
Because you are just so patient.
But I guess God forgot to write how you could kill me.
Due to being infected with your unfaithfulness .
Because I am still waiting for you, faithfully.
But who said we owe each other anything?
How you baffle me.
But I guess time proved to be a battery
Because you spent it in the friend zone.
And I was willing to make you the centre.
But my emotions too died out.
And the time isn`t quite right yet.
Because apparently true love does not need proof.
That eyes tell what the heart feels and all that stuff.
But that alone is just funny.
So I guess Love was trying to prove that we would never be together.