This is difficult to think.
This is difficult to write.
But I've been lying awake,
pondering* this thought at night.

To say I never loved before you-
just doesn't feel right.
Because I am the one
who loves all of life.
I am the one who loves despite-
one's tendency to fight
being loved, or to return love
with only spite


I have accepted myself,
and all things in their respective rights.
What plagues me is more complex;
I am trying to give it light.

I was  in love with you,
but I'm vexed  by this new found sight.
I would never ever risk
complications in the form of fight.
Never not give him my best,
even if I'm showing my selfish side.
And I never loved you
quite like I love him,
I just don't know,
is that alright?