Dec 28, 2015
Because respect is love
I want so much to touch you, to be in your arms. But you don't like to be touched, so I stay back. Even though my desire feels so strong sometimes, I resist, because respect is love. But whenever she throws herself on you, I'm afraid that you secretly love it, even though you recoil. I'm afraid that she will become the chosen one, over my quiet persistence, because she was the one who kept on going, even after you told her to stop. But I keep having to tell myself that respect is love, because that's all I can hold on to.