I woulda thought my coming to you was obvious.
That you would understand that I came here purpose.
Bringing you flower shapes and warm shades.
And I know, I am not some dream lover.
I cannot offer much.
This thick body cannot move as you would like.
These hands not as experienced. My tongue not as well versed.
And for these reasons I sought to understand you more.
Bare your abuse and make compromise.
But I am no longer interested in defining my love as something to be struggled for.
Something to be endured through.
For me love, our love is something of wonder and beauty.
Not a death march.
I do not want to go through hell for what we have.
To say “look at all I have said and done and put up with.”
That is not love for me.
And if it is for you, then I am here on my knees
to stay away from me.