Love is an iron manacle
Forged in the heat of passion.
It binds us to our mistakes,
To unhealthy relationships.
Love is the only reason that I
Have ever spent contiguous hours of
time
With someone who makes my nails reach
for my eyes,
But over the years, in all of the
seasons,
There've been people I liked for
explicable reasons.
Spending time with them is something I
choose
Despite freedom, despite other things I
could do.
God likes me. God likes you.
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