Probably an Unhealthy Emotional State.
by james bezerra
If you painted your car like a rainbow,
I would still go with you to that death metal concert.
If you filled the house with wild bees,
I would still go naked to bed with you.
If you carved your name into my arm,
I would still just lay here with you, charmed.
If you ate my heart with fava beans,
I would still watch your very worst movies.
If you planted your garden with all the things that I’m allergic to,
I would still help you till the soil.
If you lit my hair on fire,
I would still be happy just to burn for you.
If you called me the worst things that you could think of,
I would still let you to stay.
If you walked away,
I would still let you.
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