Battle.

You're teaching me to love without any bounds.
Who knew that everything inside of me desires to restrict love from being set free?
Like my skin is some kind of elastic band refusing to let go.
My heart wonders when it will be treated like it deserves
Maybe then I could have some love to give.
Will it be him? Will it be her? (Will they give me a reason to love?)
But You whisper, "It's me."