I can sense ill intent
Telling me I’m not worthy
Too clingy. Friendly seen as flirty
“Wait till we get home!” Fatherly
Ahh… to be free
If it were easy
I’d outrun my past
you and your implants
—
Given infrequent rations
Love in a pinch. A quarter teaspoon. A cup
When I am on my best behaviour
If you are feeling generous
When, to you, I’m gorgeous
Ahh… to be free
From anger management, couples therapy
My love for you never prevents the storm
I see them coming
The light leaving your eyes, the pattern returning
I would love to be loved consistently
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