Writing

I care. 

I don’t know what it is with you From light to dark 

From cold to warm 

You’re an enigma 

I try and understand 

But just get further entangled 

In your words 

In your actions

But they mean nothing 

At least to you I suppose 

And yet I keep caring and loving 

Because that is who I am 

I care

Naively but incessantly 

I will not stop

No matter what is thrown at me  

I cannot stop caring or loving 

Not because you’re worth the work 

But because I believe my heart is 

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