Don’t say you love me if
I’m only gray to you. It’s either black or white,
yes or no, up or down. There’s no ‘well maybe
she’ll work’. I am a gift to you and if you do
not cherish me like the queen I am, then leave and stop
wasting my time. If you want to be with me, you have to work
for it. I am not a prize to be won but I am the judge seeing
if you are suitable and willing to deal with me. Deal with my
random rambles and my soft kisses and my ugly laugh and my
cute chubby tummy and my hot screams. Do not say you want me
because I’m better than nothing. If anything, you need
me.
