I got it so I flaunt it; my capability to love.
I’m temperamental, fickle and almost always moody, but swear I’m a catch (who’ll catch your arms and limbs) —-so [never] doubt my love.
Never doubt my love because my brows are furrowed. When I speak louder it is only because it is windy outside countered by your hard of hearing.
Never doubt my love because my fingers create stark white imprints across your arms, I just want you to feel near.
Never doubt my love because of the silence that often evades from my mouth, my thirsty thoughts internally praise your name like a whisper touching an ear–may it sink into your bones.
Never doubt my love because I am sad often for sadness has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me.
Never doubt my love because I’m disappointed, but my fingers are pointed more at the enemy, than at you my friend.
Never doubt my love because I cannot stay later, but I can come over earlier.
Never doubt my love when your angry sun is out and my stubborn moon retreats.
Never doubt my love because i’m weak, and I say yes when it should be no, or no when it should be yes.
Never doubt, my love.