Oddly Quotable

The Doves

Should there be a right way for this all to work?

You played me, so I played you too

but it only gave us quirks.

Quirks like taking it slow with everyone we come across, 

and shutting them out later like they were already our loss.

A game of cat and mouse, lie after lie

and strictly because we would love one another till the other one died.

I refuse to think it was love,

but I continue to go back to you like a dove after a dove.

The cat will kill the mouse and also the bird, and maybe the mouse would kill the bird, too.

But if the bird was given the chance, it'd  kill them back, and refuse to see it through.

So,

we are doves.

And supposedly, all we know is love.