60/365 Unconditionally Yours
Bite your tongue.
Don't you dare utter the word "love" to her
Knowing full well you have never once meant it.
Do not dangle in front of her
The words she most longs to hear
As cheap bait
You would let her drift starry-eyed into your net
Rapt with airbrushed notions of "boyfriend" and "forever"
When your goal has always been catch and release.
You like it even more when they swallow the hook.
Tell yourself
This one will remember you well
Swim off just fine, with a small scar and a great story about you
Just like all the others you've tossed back to the water
Belly-up with gratitude.
She expects you to say what you believe to be true
Do not take advantage of this hope
Wield the promise of devotion
As a skeleton key
She is not yours to unlock.
She may open for you
But the treasure you take
Will never be yours.
Love.
Do you know the meaning of the word?
Do you recall the first time you said it
A fire that can't be unburned.
The first time you thought you meant it.
The first time you knew you didn't.
Do not allow yourself to say,
"If you love me..."
"If you really loved me, you would.
Or you wouldn't.
Or you'd try
Or you'd do it, just once."
Selfishness and coercion have no business here.
If you can not wait for her to be ready, don't say it.
If your criticism outweighs your compliments, you've got work to do.
If your needs are ever more important than her own, you've got it all wrong.
If you find yourself
Comparing her to her own friends
Complaining about her to yours
If you tell her her body is ever anything less than perfect.
If you lay so much as a finger on her when you're angry,
This is anything but love.
It doesn't matter if the word has been uttered
Who said it first
How quickly it was reciprocated,
If she has to question the truth in the telling
Whether what was said was ever what you meant
She will learn to stop questioning.
Before you say you love her,
You'd better know how to mean it.
Learn to use that pedestal you're on for what it's intended.
Don't you say the word
Until you know how to do this.
If she is learning to find love in greedy fingers
Idle promises
The quickness of the back side of your hand
You would do well to pull anchor
And keep sailing.
For you,
There will be far fewer fish in this sea
Than you might think
Don't you dare utter the word "love" to her
Knowing full well you have never once meant it.
Do not dangle in front of her
The words she most longs to hear
As cheap bait
You would let her drift starry-eyed into your net
Rapt with airbrushed notions of "boyfriend" and "forever"
When your goal has always been catch and release.
You like it even more when they swallow the hook.
Tell yourself
This one will remember you well
Swim off just fine, with a small scar and a great story about you
Just like all the others you've tossed back to the water
Belly-up with gratitude.
She expects you to say what you believe to be true
Do not take advantage of this hope
Wield the promise of devotion
As a skeleton key
She is not yours to unlock.
She may open for you
But the treasure you take
Will never be yours.
Love.
Do you know the meaning of the word?
Do you recall the first time you said it
A fire that can't be unburned.
The first time you thought you meant it.
The first time you knew you didn't.
Do not allow yourself to say,
"If you love me..."
"If you really loved me, you would.
Or you wouldn't.
Or you'd try
Or you'd do it, just once."
Selfishness and coercion have no business here.
If you can not wait for her to be ready, don't say it.
If your criticism outweighs your compliments, you've got work to do.
If your needs are ever more important than her own, you've got it all wrong.
If you find yourself
Comparing her to her own friends
Complaining about her to yours
If you tell her her body is ever anything less than perfect.
If you lay so much as a finger on her when you're angry,
This is anything but love.
It doesn't matter if the word has been uttered
Who said it first
How quickly it was reciprocated,
If she has to question the truth in the telling
Whether what was said was ever what you meant
She will learn to stop questioning.
Before you say you love her,
You'd better know how to mean it.
Learn to use that pedestal you're on for what it's intended.
Don't you say the word
Until you know how to do this.
If she is learning to find love in greedy fingers
Idle promises
The quickness of the back side of your hand
You would do well to pull anchor
And keep sailing.
For you,
There will be far fewer fish in this sea
Than you might think
posted by Christopher at 4:20 PM
The number of unmatched socks in this sock drawer is: 0. Add your own sock.
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