You love Love
But you don’t trust it
So when things are to good
You find a way to undo them
Conflict is familiar
Like second skin
You trust conflict
Even though it cuts you emotionally
My role Is spiritual
Not to be the white knight
But to be a friend and sometimes lover
Knowing all the way its wrong but right
There are no easy answers
In the matters of the heart
There is talk and laughter
Connection and conflict
We do all of them easily
We mean well
Neither wants to hurt each other
We are found, not lost