I guess you thought I’d leave;
leave like you wanted me to; well, I’m not.
And I won’t give up again, not this time.
My red, dry eyes worship the ground you step upon.
I’m not letting the best the earth has to offer escape my grip.
Should it come to that, I’d beat the fuck out of your
side dude, making you blush.
I last longer than him, according to you.
I tell you, I mean it when I say I love.
So much more than words, love defines the air
that fills my lungs with synthetic addiction
to your pale skin, dark, long hair, and eyes
as blue as my useless sense of humor.
What I’m trying to say, and I’m not begging,
please say you’ll stay!
This is my choice.
Where’s your voice?
(© 2022 AC)
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