Wednesday, February 24, 2021

darling

Forgive my seeming doubt. 
It's just
that if you really were, 

unfaithful, 
I don't really

care about shit
like that. Not any
more. Because within
some fit you find, it
cannot break.

I don't say put
me to the test, but
you and me, to me
define such fit. And it
is, was, will be for
the best.

For darling you
I see and know. I darl
you.

I'll be forever
darling after you,
for sure. I'm your
eternal darler, darling
true. And blasted wrath 
and stupid fool as it all seems, 
I care
quite much
that you don't. Or haven't. 
Or won't. 

But I know I would care
no less if you do. 

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