untitled love
so answer me this...do you not recognize a heart behind thorns?
did you think I wouldn't try your patience?
what would it say about me
if I were to carelessly hand myself over?
I do not want love like a drug
where I feel that I can't function without it
I need not advertisement to prove I can love
I'm but a woman in a forest rarily seen
with a whole different language altogether
spotting heart sucking leeches from the tree tops
love addicts needing another fix from a new source
what is this kind of love?
and why would this be something you'd offer me?
I'd rather stay camouflaged behind leaves
hoping to be overlooked and passed by quickly
my privacy nurtured by my strength in common sense
I am patient enough to wait for the real thing
I know what it looks like
I know what it smells like
I know what it tastes like
I know its sound
and I will touch it beautifully when it arrives
but until then
I'll be spot checking lemons
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