If love is fire, then let me burn,
Let my ribs be ash, let my veins unlearn
The quiet of days before you came,
Before my blood had learned your name.

If love is ruin, then I shall fall,
Let towers of pride be nothing at all.
For what is a kingdom, what is a throne,
If the heart still wanders, forever alone?

But if love is poison, then let it be sweet,
A venom I drink, a fate I greet.
For better a death on your fevered lips
Than a thousand lives without your kiss.

Yet love is neither—no fire nor fate,
Not tender mercy, nor cruel weight.
It is the hand that wounds and mends,
A road that bends but never ends.

I checked once.
I checked twice,
I checked thrice
and that third time
  became obsession.
Fixed, call it oppression.

I'm actually really beautiful,
It took me along time to get there.
But look me, I'm here.