Love Untitled

I am perhaps
the worst lover you’ve
ever known.

I’m arrogant
and much prefer
my days alone.

I can be reckless.

I don’t
pick up the
phone if
the number’s
unknown to me.

Stay up ’til
three AM because
I can’t spend my

whole life sleeping.

I open old wounds just to prove they’re worth the wisdom. There are the good qualities but you wouldn’t miss them because they contradict the narrative, pale in comparison to my apparent strengths. I am blunt and bored and bleak, breadwinner of defeat, practiced like a cat, always landing on my feet.

I’m materialistic,
sweetly
simplistic,
complicated in all
the ways you could
ever want.

I’m the
Comic Sans
of Valentines,

a font you cannot
take seriously,
yet I’m
undaunted by
your darkness and
love you dearly.

Above all, I’m yours
and yours to keep.

Takes more
than flowers and
chocolate to keep
you positive some
fifty weeks
a year.

I let
your voice waver,
laughter be
your
saviour.

It’s my job to still be standing here
after everything’s fallen to pieces,
and Jesus,

will they ever.

Thank you for
being my heart’s
endeavour,
something I will
never limit

to a single day.

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