when you take my love you take it 

and i tell you before 

that it is not an unflawed love 

that it is a marred surface 

that your suffering will stem from my ignorance 

as i rub salt into your wounds 

and cry for you as you bleed and your body sears 

i appreciate these triangles

i'm baying 

not for acceptance 

just repentance

an apology for this damaged display of affection