Fighting for your love was never a just war.
Despite all the battles I've fought, and all the scars I've earned I still love you, like the first light every morning, the first glow of that lonely sun.
Despite all the bitterness, and the hollow arguments, the tears, and the dark spots in our white pages, I still love you.
And I respect that weird relationship and the floating mold in my drinking cup.
And I tried to drink, avoiding those little drawbacks realizing its only a matter of time before my water becomes clear again and pure like your first heart.