Split Sides

This Is a Fact

This is a fact.

Laugh at it all you want.

Deny it all you can.

But it's there.

It's real, and you can't stop it.

I have emotions.

They are real.

This heart can still love,

Regardless of how stone-cold it is.

You have no right to disregard this,

Simply because

They don't fit with your narrative.

I may be overzealous with it

And keep on loving what refuses to be loved.

But don't you dare tell me

None of that is real.

You can't dictate what I feel.

You tell me

To get it through

My thick head.

Then I suggest

You cut out your heart

And eat it raw.

I may be like this,

But I have the right to love

And to be loved,

And that is something

You can never

Deprive me of.