Your Tone is Not Appreciated
You asked me why I left my home
and everything I’ve ever known:
to save him.
You got that pity-look in your eyes
and packaged it as concern.
You think I’m dumb
to risk my life and a predictable future
for following my heart and wanting our love,
for believing that he meant what he said,
for choosing the future we could have
if we both make it home alive.
The choices I have made
were not foolhardy nor blind.
I don’t know what I’m doing,
but I’m figuring it out.
And, if in going to save him
I find out what it means to live and to die,
then so be it.
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