On days when my chest is a pile of clogged pipes,
On mornings when my eyelashes are crusty,
And my eyeballs gyrate against sand;
I love you
On silent days that are loud and need to be silent;
I love you
On mornings when I strive for strength but find stupidity,
On days when my skin turns chocolate and I am rebaptised- betrayal;
I love you
In minutes,
In seconds; when leaving you makes sense
I love you
In vacant pockets of time when warmth makes sense;
When warmth escapes me,
When warmth bakes me,
When you’re the only draught in my life,
I love you
When all of me is a feeling that can be defined in one sentence,
I love you
On all of these instances;
I love you but choose sanity.
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