I still love you even though you dropped out of school
because your taste in music and the way you make everything feel like spring
outweighs any doubts I might have.
I still have a pair of your Hanes in my dresser drawer where I stored
you away for so long as well.
You have the upperhand.
You still have every bit of
emotional pain I've channeled into you over
the past year.
I still stuck by you through the neglect and ignorance, you still loved me
despite all the doors I broke off the hinges.
You saw through
all the anxiety attacks and outrages.
You survived me, you conquered me with love.
They say, it's just a phase,
just a phase.
But I could never walk away.