Yes, your actions wound me
But I will not command you to do a thing
Love is a choice
And within that choice is more decision
Because love does not command of another
It prefers blind hope
Blind hope, which fails every so often
But I choose to love you through my aching
The pain you inflict is only temporary
My hurt feelings will scab over
Love is choice, after choice, after choice
And patience – a whole lot of patience
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
Yes, your actions wound me
But I will not command you to do a thing
Love is a choice
And within that choice is more decision
Because love does not command of another
It prefers blind hope
Blind hope, which fails every so often
But I choose to love you through my aching
The pain you inflict is only temporary
My hurt feelings will scab over
Love is choice, after choice, after choice
And patience – a whole lot of patience
For WY
A whole lot of word ***** that didn't come out as charming as I hoped it would. This poem is just a lot of truth to the matter. There isn't a pretty bow wrapped around it or anything.
