Love Letter

Dear Love:

You got a lot of nerve to show your face around here again cause see the last time I let you in, you took me so fast and so fast was the end

It seems as if you don’t like me and you try to spite me and I just want you to wife me and see what could and might be

But you seem to have other plans and I’m always blinded by your “caring” hands and that internal feeling when my heart begins to dance

But the rhythm that we start on is never the ending song but always gloomy and far gone from what we promised to each other on

Love, your audacity, and tenacity that only seems to have elasticity when you have the intentional capacity to see how much you can hurt me

Yeah love, I vividly, and clearly, and distinctly, and wholeheartedly remember how you did me and how left me swiftly

The many nights I depended on Mr. Radio to play a song or two about me and you to quiet my tears and calm my fears, Love

Love, where were you when I needed you? I cried out for you but the only thing that remained true is that it was you

It was you Love that turned your back on me, and left me on bended knee, only to face reality that hating you was not a good strategy

But why not hate you Love? You made me cry and made me want to die even after I gave you a second and third try

You still left me weeping when I should have been sleeping instead tears were steadily seeping and you were out creeping when it was me you should have been keeping

Love you couldn’t be my protector because it was your nectar that was the connector to the pain I felt, but

You see I learned from you. I learned that they’re two sides of you. Selfishly, you only let me see side A but selflessly, I peeked at side B

A being the Alright side and B being the Better side and I’m sure you know in which I put my pride and which I chose to truly confide

Yeah Love, the last time you left I gave up on seeing you once more but now I see what your cruelty was for

See if I didn’t see your horrible days, these happiness-uncontrollable days would not even begin to put me in that daze that I get from your tender ways

Yes Love, I thought you and I were done with but I see now that was just a crazy myth like me telling people my last name is smith

But you and I both know my last name is Battle and the crazy thought of me ever being done with you must skedaddle

This time I’m glad you came with good intentions cause now when I’m fussing and bitching, Love you are still sufficient to keep me as the beneficent

All the times before you treated me as your whore cause you pimped me and skimped me of my emotions and gave me ice as a devastating demotionI’m glad you’re back my friend.

But just what do you intend? Will you and I proceed to contend? Face to face, side by side to continue the race? But what happens when you decide to leave without a trace, again?