The kind of love:
You know you may never have a chance with him but you don’t stop trying.
You don’t disrespect him even when he has damaged your heart.
Sometimes your lungs are absorbing the smoke,
you take a toke.
One to forget him,
and the other to feel him caress you.
You won’t stop wearing his tee,
his socks and suddenly you’d laugh out thinking of how he wrestled with you to have it back.
You’d never stop calling him…
Even when you’re choking and he seems fine.
The bed would always seem big without him.
The kind of love where you stand strong enough to bring him back,
where even without him you’re loyal.
And loyalty is rare,
once you seek it,
don’t give it up.