I think now that unconditional love is a lie,
The cruelest one I've been told, wielded by the cruelest heart I had the displeasure of needing,
For when I was no longer just a she, you seemed to have had enough of me
YOU ARE READING
A Queer's Rage
PoetryA collection of poetry channeling the rage of one particularly miffed queer person.
"Unconditional"
I think now that unconditional love is a lie,
The cruelest one I've been told, wielded by the cruelest heart I had the displeasure of needing,
For when I was no longer just a she, you seemed to have had enough of me