Do I love him so much that I am willing to remove myself from the life I currently occupy, or do I hate his being with another so much that I will do anything for him not to be with the other?
The words used as jokes, The words at my expense, The words that cut, The words that hurt, Are the ones you throw like daggers. Someone to fuel, Someone to laugh, Someone to impress,
The hands that had brown spots on, The hands with veins that resist my touch, The hands with the mole at the base of the thumb, All held me when I needed them.