Contrary to what thought is had on the matter- my love is not unending.
It does not go on too freely
Love-she has limits
Moves, folds, and breathes
Love wants to be held
Only by honest tongues
Otherwise love loses what made her such.
If you love me
Please don’t let me down
Be honest, set boundaries
But do stay
Be present for me whether there be butterflies or fire in mah stomach.
Ask about them before coming to conclusions for yourself in silence.
Be present, lover.
Don’t ignore for months what may be a mighty hurt.
Don’t come with or lay under fire unjustly.
Don’t weight my disease more than my heart or the mistakes of others.
And it can be argued that addicts have no right to agency like this-
That we cannot expect others to love as we wish.
Folk after all cannot always be physically there for recovery.
It can also be said that addicts do have angency-
Self determination even
And clearer sight because of the storm.
The same as the responsibility had by us
The same as tongues tickling rhymes all day.
I can have expectations of how the community treats me.
How I am spoken about, for, and to
I have a right to boundaries of my own, as much as those who seek to make them.
I have color in mah walk
And moon light in each of my destinies
I am as human as you
Don’t shun the family you’ve watched become