I have learnt to see differently
Perceptions of such are an insult to my intelligence
Love in its form for most is a mold they fit emotions into, their own
I do not subscribe to most, nor can I
I was built to stand, where I was called
I was built to withstand what was thrown at me
Love is not to me, what hearsay is
I have known the absence of it
I read it in every word expressed
Crafted, weighed, tone adjusted
For the day I do not toe their line, I will be cast out, words, thoughts, soul, et al
I do not register love, from any or all
Yet I love
for my heart belongs to me
it lets me give
Unconditionally
sans reciprocity
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