i’ve allowed the halfheartedness of past lovers to swallow me whole,
to flood my mind with worrying thoughts and melancholic sentiments,
to dictate my natural being and my sacred core,
and to make me believe that they were the ones to save me

my love cannot flow to those whose hearts are guarded
i cannot force the purity of my intentions on those who abuse it
but now i constantly wonder,
if it is you who will actually choose it