Oh that fucking clarity in him
when everything is up to me
Oh that fucking calmness
when I scream, run, weep
The only thing he wants to force
upon me he says, is to live
That is, to not die…
The perfect him
who made me who I am
Much more than the Atticus clan
to be whoever I want
when he continued to love..
And only love..
All of it intimidates me
which made me run
to mediocrity where
I felt in control…
Alas! now, its all out of control…
True love is not just unconditional
It’s fucking out of control!