but me
To be a monster
for love
I can't undo
or justify
What it made
me do.
They say it's blind,
always right,
Beyond forgiveness,
conditions ...
Yet here we are;
to love is human.
To make love is to make
mistakes
In how you treat
another person—
That mirror never worked
and never will.
Still I persist in my insanity,
my pretending
That insanity
is wrong.
