It hurts to love bad.

My love is not so easily given away.

I’ve worked hard to tie it together as a present for the one who deserves it.

You’ve walked in, made me cry, made me feel less of who I am.

Yet… I love you nonetheless.

I cannot give you what I cherish and expect you to change for me.

Give you all I deem sacred and hope you treat it with respect.

Bad for me is what you are.

A black fog that casts a harmful shadow into my world, yet still I stay.

I try to navigate this misty maze in hopes to find something to latch onto.

My love is not so easily given away.

Yet… I love you nonetheless.