You didn’t ask for it.
I gave it anyway.
I didn’t expect it.
I gave it anyway.
A kind of love.
A kind of longing.
Very little,
Very much of me.
You didn’t deserve it.
I gave it anyway.
I gave it
Because the idea of not;
Felt like a longing for war;
War within these walls.
I gave it because I give it to myself;
And that’s not a war.
Always soft.
Never wanting.
Not always nice
But forever gentle.
A kind of love.
A kind of longing.
Kind of believing.
Always giving.
Forever living in me.