I still convince myself to believe in the

existence of love.

where there's an unvarnished

devotion,

a genuine affection,

an endless warmth.

a love i could simply call home.

where i feel safe,

where i feel jubilant,

where i calm my rowdy thoughts.

a love where infidelity does not exist

free from the monsters of paranoia

where i could watch TV with sanity

where i could sip my coffee

peacefully.