I will put my hands away, if you want me to.
I will tear my love away, if you ask me to.
I will walk away from God,
I will exile myself in a desert,
if this is your wish.
I will.
I will also stop looking at you,
if you want me to.
If you want
I can make a fool of myself.
I can degrade myself
If you want.
As if you were the only reality, the only way out, the only good thing in this world, the only person to die for, to pray to, to love. To listen to. To admire. To follow.
If you want me to sleep with another girl,
a friend perhaps,
I will. Just because you want me to,
Not because I love her.
Because I don't.
If you love the idea of me wooing her,
If you fancy the idea of me talking dirty to her,
I will .
If
you
want
me
to
dance
or
kiss
her
behind
her
ear
or
say
the
words
I've
never
said
to
you
or
write
her
the
poem
I
dreamt
you'd
read
in
me,
I
will.
I guess I'll never do the same to you.
Even though at times I might think, at the darkest hour at night, that I hate you more than I hate anything in the world, I know, back where my guts twist and churn at the very thought of you, that I am wrong. I know that this is love. However deranged, however sick, however mad or absurd people may call it. I just wish they could feel as much love as I feel for you.
If you want me to marry someone else,
if you want me to unthink of you,
if you demand that I stop remembering you,
if you command me to forget your shining smile,
to scratch from my memory the etching of your perfume
or to rub off your brushing hair embedded in the pit of my stomach,
All I can say is: “I'll try”.
But I cannot promise any of these.
And the hours passing so slowly when you're not here
and
I must stop loving you
let you be
go. live. love. forgive.
I always find the prose of love silly, and have always got something to say, right now, I'm speechless.
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