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Perhaps this is not truly how love is.
Perhaps, in some distant universe,
Love is a more gentle thing.
There, I would not have to promise you everything.
Love is a plant, and:
Because I love you, I turn over fertile soil
To plant a healthy seed, to grow a budding stem.
Because I love you, I water a budding stem
you put your fist through the wall next to my head, threatening me,
and i cried, i watched the fire behind your eyes as i cowered in fear.
you put your fist to my jaw, my ribs, my arms,
