Tell me you love me.
Not through mutual embrace with hollowed intentions.
Not through, flavorless words that hold no meaning;
Genuinely, tell me that you love me.
Love me for the value of my being before you love me for who I am to you.
Love me like you enjoy my souls presence instead of loving me for my obedient dedication.
Dont just tell me you love me.
Show me that you love me.
Thats what I mean;
I mean sit and relieve the weight of the world with me instead of making me your Atlas.
I mean take a look at your genetic reflection in pride for its hereditary imperfections instead of repulse in her familiar cracks.
I mean also draw your white flag when the calvary gets to vicious between us and sit on the battlefield with me instead of giving the
fatal blow.
I want you to show me that you love me.
Because telling me is not enough.
